I curled myself into a ball and cried quietly, doing that thing that only young people can do, namely, feeling sorry for myself. Once you're past thirty you lose that ability; instead of feeling sorry for yourself you turn bitter.

It'd be preposterous for me to propose a universal cure to loneliness but I will say that people who do the things they find interesting, either creatively or vocationally, tend to become unlonely very quickly.

Later, I would learn that coincidences are the most planned things in the world. Later, I would learn that every single moment is a coincidence.

Adventure without risk is Disneyland.

I think writing would have happened to me anyway, somehow. Differently, but it still would have happened.

My brain feels like a cool, deep lake.

Maybe the more emotions a person experiences in their daily lives, the longer time seems to feel to them. As you get older, you experience fewer new things, and so time seems to go by faster.