Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference.
"Friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant, did you ever notice that?"
Only equals speak the truth, that's my thought on't. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. How tiresome!
I'm not a big fan of psychoanalysis: I think if you have mental problems what you need are good pills.