I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.

College was to teach me that I was one of life's journeymen, eager to excel but lacking the requisite gifts.

I was the only person in the world who thought it was a military duty to appear to be in a good mood.

I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.

My father wouldn't let me take typing in childhood.

There are no verdicts to childhood, only consequences, and the bright freight of memory.

The mind is an intricate mechanism that can be run on the fuels of both victory and defeatism.