Generally, All My Life, I Have Had

When I Write, I Never Know The Endings. What I Think Works In [my] Stories Is The Fact That When I Write, I Really Want To Find Out What Is Going On-i'm Writing For Myself As A Reader. It's Like When You Dream A Dream. I Want To Know What's Behind The Door. If I Navigate, It's From A Place That's Totally Intuitive.

I Really Believe Hatred Is Not A Primal Emotion, In That You Can't Find It In Nature. It's Basically Some Kind Of Distortion Of Fear.

I Don't Need Art To Tell Me People Are Assholes. I Can Just Go Into The Streets.

He Felt Full Of A Dense And Sour Substance That Was Blocking His Chest, And It Wasn't Grief. After All Those Years, Life Now Seemed Like No More Than A Trap, A Maze, Not Even A Maze, Just A Room That Was All Walls, No Door.

I Have Always Thought That Heaven Is A Place For People Who Had Had A Good Life, But That Is Not True. God Is Merciful And Way Too Good To Make It So. The Heaven Is Just A Place For People Who Could Not Be Really Happy While Living On Earth. I Was Once Told That People Who Commit Suicide Are Taken Back On Earth To Repeat Life From The Very Beginning Because If They Did Not Like It Once, It Did Not Mean They Would Not Like It The Next Time. But Those Who Did Not Fit In On Earth At All, Ended Up Here. Everyone Comes To Heaven In Their Own Way.