I Claim Dickens As A Mentor. He's

Sweet To Think On It, That When We Are Last Weary Of All This World There Is The Rising Sun

And I Realized That I’d Tolerated Him This Long Because Of Self-doubt.

You Can Look At The New York Times Bestseller List And You Can Be Pretty Sure That The Writers On That List Don't Know Each Other Very Well.

You Make Me Miserable. You Really Do, I Want You To Know That. Much As I Love You, Much As I Need You, Much As I Can't Exist Without You, You Make Me Miserable.

We Have To Become Saints. We Have To Become Like Christ. Anything Less Is Simply Not Enough.