I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.

Life is not a series of pathetic, meaningles actions. Some of them are so far from pathetic, so far from meaningless as to be beyond reason, maybe beyond forgiveness.

The 'creator' and the 'editor' - two halves of the writer whole - should sleep in separate rooms.

. . . crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.

To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to have some kind of guiding principle. A belief of some kind

I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.

Some people with awful cards can be successful because of how they deal with the tragedies they're handed, and that seems courageous to me.