Duhhhhhhh, Tanks, Buttercup.

You Could Concentrate Much More Deeply When You Were Alone With Agony.

Her Heart Was A Secret Garden And The Walls Were Very High.

When I Was Your Age, Television Was Called Books.

No. Not Yet. A Craftsman Only. But I Dream To Be An Artist. I Pray That Someday, If I Work With Enough Care, If I Am Very Very Lucky, I Will Make A Weapon That Is A Work Of Art. Call Me An Artist Then, And I Will Answer.

The Easiest Thing To Do On Earth Is Not Write…but This Is Life On Earth, You Can't Have Everything.