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The World In Books Seemed So Much More Alive To Me Than Anything Outside. I Could See Things I'd Never Seen Before. Books And Music Were My Best Friends. I Had A Couple Of Good Friends At School, But Never Met Anyone I Could Really Speak My Heart To. We'd Just Make Small Talk, Play Soccer Together. When Something Bothered Me, I Didn't Talk With Anyone About It. I Thought It Over All By Myself, Came To A Conclusion, And Took Action Alone. Not That I Really Felt Lonely. I Thought That's Just The Way Things Are. Human Beings, In The Final Analysis, Have To Survive On Their Own.

Everything Passes. Nobody Gets Anything For Keeps. And That's How We've Got To Live.

You Don't Have To Judge The Whole World By Your Own Standards. Not Everybody Is Like You, You Know.

I Don't Think Of Myself As An Artist. I'm Just A Guy Who Can Write.

Some Things In Life Are Too Complicated To Explain In Any Language.