I Can Be Hurt, You Know. I

Is Action Merely The Incidental Product Of Thought, Or Is Thought The Consequential Product Of Action?

When There's Nothing To Do, You Do Nothing Slowly And Intently.

I Always Write My Novels With Music (i Don't Listened To The Music Seriously.) Music Seems To Encourage Me.

He Felt As If His Heart Had Dried Up. I Needed Her He Thought. I Needed Someone Like Her To Fill The Void Inside Me. But I Wasn’t Able To Fill The Void Inside Her. Until The Bitter End, The Emptiness Inside Her Was Hers Alone.

It's Good When Food Tastes Good, It's Kind Of Like Proof You're Alive.