I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.

You can never tell about a person by guessing...that's why language was invented. Otherwise, we'd all be like dogs, sniffing each other to find out where we stood.

It wasn't right to have someone charge into you your world without even asking, acting as if you were nothing more than an egg to be flipped and flopped, sunny-side up or scrambled, depending on the whims on whoever ran your life..._

We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal.

I don't really read as much as I used to. A lot of what I was looking for as an escape I find in writing. And the other thing is that I don't want to get into someone else's language when I'm working

Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.