Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.

It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.

Please think of me like an endangered species and just observe me quietly from far away. If you try to talk to me or touch me casually, I may get intimidated and bite you. So please be careful.

Please remember: things are not what they seem.

I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.