The writer's life: Hard days, lots of work, no money, too much silence. Nobody's fault. You chose it.
A good writer refuses to be socialized. He insists on his own version of things, his own consciousness. And by doing so he draws the reader's eye fro… - Bill Barich
A good writer refuses to be socialized. He insists on his own version of things, his own consciousness. And by doing so he draws the reader's eye fro…
- Bill Barich
H. L Mencken's Dictionary of the American Language supplies a long list of slang terms for being drunk, but the Irish are no slouches, either. They'r… - Bill Barich
H. L Mencken's Dictionary of the American Language supplies a long list of slang terms for being drunk, but the Irish are no slouches, either. They'r…
The writer's life: Hard days, lots of work, no money, too much silence. Nobody's fault. You chose it. - Bill Barich
Travel spoils you for regular life. - Bill Barich
Travel spoils you for regular life.
I walked to the lake and sat on the shore for a few minutes, just staring at the moonlight on the water. Moonlight never gets old. - Bill Barich
I walked to the lake and sat on the shore for a few minutes, just staring at the moonlight on the water. Moonlight never gets old.
Hatchery fish have the same colours, but they always seem muted like bad reproductions of great art. - Bill Barich
Hatchery fish have the same colours, but they always seem muted like bad reproductions of great art.
Losers walking around with money in their pockets are always dangerous, not to be trusted. Some horse always reaches out and grabs them. - Bill Barich
Losers walking around with money in their pockets are always dangerous, not to be trusted. Some horse always reaches out and grabs them.
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