Life Has Become The Future.

I'm Not Saying That Everything Is Survivable. Just That Everything Except The Last Thing Is.

It Is Worth It To Leave Behing My Minor Life For Grander Maybes.

But To Be Perfectly Frank, This Childish Idea That The Author Of A Novel Has Some Special Insight Into The Characters In The Novel ... It's Ridiculous. That Novel Was Composed Of Scratches On A Page, Dear. The Characters Inhabiting It Have No Life Outside Of Those Scratches. What Happened To Them? They All Ceased To Exist The Moment The Novel Ended.

We Can't Love Our Neighbors Till We Know How Crooked Their Hearts Are.

This Was What I Liked Most About My Friends: Just Sitting Around & Telling Stories.