Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity.

Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.

Experience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.

Around you move many seas. It is impossible not to drown a little.

I like people who possess either deep mastery or deep empathy, but not as much as I like those who possess both.

If I'm not writing a thing, depression might be looming.

This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.