That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.
As we become increasingly godless and directionless, there is something in human nature that needs myth to survive.
When you cannot joke about the darkness of life, that’s when the darkness takes over.
Instead of cursing the darkness, light a candle.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
The children almost broken by the world become the adults most likely to change it.
What you hope for, you also fear.
Most of the writers I know are weird hybrids. There’s a strong streak of egomania coupled with extreme shyness. Writing’s kind of like exhibitionism in private. And there’s also a strange loneliness, and a desire to have some kind of conversation with people, but not a real great ability to do it in person.






