If You're Young And Talented,

A Certain Kind Of Shittiness, A Certain Kind Of Stagnation, A Certain Kind Of Darkness, Goes On Propagating Itself By Its Own Power In Its Own Self-contained Cycle. And Once It Passes A Certain Point, No One Can Stop It-even If The Person Himself Wants To Stop It.

A Fortunate Author Can Write Maybe Twelve Novels In His Lifetime.

Cell Phones Are So Convenient That They're An Inconvenience.

If There’s Something I Can’t Do But Want To, I Won’t Relax Until I’m Able To Do It.

This Was Never Any Place I Was Meant To Be. This Isn’t A Place For Me.