The more you talk about something, the less accurate it gets.

Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.

Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity.

Experience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.

If I'm not writing a thing, depression might be looming.

I like people who possess either deep mastery or deep empathy, but not as much as I like those who possess both.

Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us - by taking everything