Only In Chaos Are We Conceivable.

We're Artists Too, But We Do A Good Job Hiding It, Don't We?

Reading Is Like Thinking, Like Praying, Like Talking To A Friend, Like Expressing Your Ideas, Like Listening To Other People's Ideas, Like Listening To Music, Like Looking At The View, Like Taking A Walk On The Beach.

Literature Is The Product Of A Strange Rain Of Blood, Sweat, Semen, And Tears.

Reading Is Pleasure And Happiness To Be Alive Or Sadness To Be Alive And Above All It's Knowledge And Questions.

The Sky, At Sunset, Looked Like A Carnivorous Flower.