The Problem Was Precision, Perfection;

Technology Makes Everyone Feel Old. A Laptop Is Old After Two Years. Someone Always Has Something Newer. Everyone Seems To Feel Obsolete Now, Even The Young.

Read At The Level At Which You Want To Write. Reading Is The Nourishment That Feeds The Kind Of Writing You Want To Do.

A Sense Of That Kind Of Narrative Movement That We Experience Online Could Have Been In My Mind Easily, Though Not Consciously. I Do Rely So Much On My Unconscious, The Way I Write My Stuff The Way I Do. I Let My Unconscious Work. I Have Better Ideas That Way And More Interesting Work.

They Resumed Walking. Alex Felt An Ache In His Eyes And Throat. "i Don't Know What Happened To Me," He Said, Shaking His Head. "i Honestly Don't." Bennie Glanced At Him, A Middle-aged Man With Chaotic Silver Hair And Thoughtful Eyes. "you Grew Up, Alex," He Said, "just Like The Rest Of Us.

The World Is Full Of Shitheads, Rhea. Don’t Listen To Them—listen To Me. And I Know That Lou Is One Of Those Shitheads. But I Listen.