I can't imagine anybody who ends up being an artist who didn't pass through a time of geekiness.
Junot Diaz...and when he thought about the way she laughed, as though she owned the air around her, his heart thundered inside his chest, a lonely rada.
Junot DiazThen you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.
Junot Diaz