Life

You are the water that flows freely, the most dynamic force on the planet with the ability to change course and outlook at any time. You can be a raging river or a placid pond. A source of nourishment, or a breaker of walls. Part of an ocean or a solitary drop. You are dynamic, you are beauty, you are life.

You've always been skinny,always will.' I can feeleachreclusivebonepoke through,the bones of Embarrassment,Anger,Relief.I push some back in,but leaveAngersticking out.

She had blue skin,And so did he.He kept it hidAnd so did she.They searched for blueTheir whole life through,Then passed right by-And never knew.

The most classic horror tale of this latter type is the Old Testament story of Job, who becomes human Astro-Turf in a kind of spiritual Superbowl between God and Satan.

I think there’s a point in everyone’s life where they realize that despite their best efforts, they have no choice but to surrender. That carrying on will only bring them more pain or heartache. I don’t think there’s any way that we can avoid these moments. But I just want you to know that I’m not quite there yet.

You can live a lifetime and, at the end of it, know more about other people than you know about yourself.

Everything hurts. I don't know how to make it stop. It hurts when I breathe. It hurts when I think. I feel like I'm drowning, and it's my fault, and I don't know how to be okay. I don't know if I CAN be okay. I don't know if I should be allowed to be okay.

Horrors of a nature most stern and most appalling would too frequently obtrude themselves upon my mind, and shake the innermost depths of my soul with the bare supposition of their possibility.

Why didn't anyone question 'It's been a hard days night' Who talks like that anyway?

There is always the potential to advance and evolve in life.

Sometimes people gone but the memories stay in our memories . . . . . .

Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.

Trains are great dirty smoky things,' said Will. 'You won't like it.' Tessa was unmoved. 'I won't know if I like it until I try it, will I?' 'I've never swum naked in the Thames before, but I know I wouldn't like it.' 'But think how entertaining for sightseers,' said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to hide the quick flash of his grin.

I've always been into cars. Cars are part of our genetic makeup. It's unavoidable.

A mystery is an unknown puzzle to solve like lies and secrets that you need to know. Lies and secrets that are like a cancer in our soul. They eat away what is good and leave only DESTRUCTION behind. A mystery to discover which makes life more COMPLICATED as it seems to be.

Writing is a lonely pursuit. The only thing working is imagination and hands.The only difference between writing and masturbation is one is presumably intended for a mass audience.

I'd be lying if I said killing off characters wasn't therapeutic in some way.

The vastness of possibilities in space reminded me that while my life felt important, it was tiny in the scheme of things. Human civilization was only a blink on the radar of time.

How bizarre, I think to myself, to be on a train and to actually not want to arrive anywhere? What kind of madness is that?

To leave is to suffer,to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.