Only Bad Writers Think They're Good.

The Most Annoying And Full- Of- Crap Thing A Writer Says Is, I Write Only For Myself, I Don't Care If Anyone Reads It. A Writer Without A Reader Doesn't Exist.

I Used To Wonder Why Lucy Liked Those Songs So Much. You Know What I Mean? She Sits In The Dark And Listens And Cries. Music Does That To Her...i Didn't Understand For A Long Time. But I Do Now. The Sad Songs Are A Safe Hurt. It's A Diversion. It's Controlled. And Maybe It Helps You Imagine That Real Pain Will Be Like That. But It's Not. Lucy Knows That, Of Course. You Can't Prepare For Real Pain. You Just Have To Let It Rip You Apart.

When You Like Something And You're Pretty Good At It And You Can Make A Living Doing It, You Don't Ask Why. You Just Count Your Blessings And Go With It.

In Short, The Satisfaction Of Creating, Not Necessarily The Process, Always Lifts My Heart.

Sometimes The Loudest Cries For Help Are Silent.