It's Hard, Cotton. To Let Yourself Love

Life Was Not Fair. If You Wanted Something You Had To Take It. Before Someone Else Took It From You. Neatly Dissected Down To Its Essence, Life Was One Long Series Of Lily Pad Hoppings. The Quick And The Resourceful Were Able To Adapt And Survive; All Others Were Simply Crushed As A More Nimble Creature Landed On The Lily Pad They Had Occupied For Too Long.

Why Waste Time Trying To Discover The Truth, When You Can So Easily Create It?

Why Can't People Just Sit And Read Books And Be Nice To Each Other?

But If I Worried Too Much About Publishers' Expectations, I'd Probably Paralyze Myself And Not Be Able To Write Anything.

It's The Hardest Thing In The World To Put Yourself In Someone Else's Place, Try To Really Feel What They Feel, Figure Out Why They Do The Things They Do. Especially When It's Easier To Stick A Label On Something. Or Someone.