I've always been a very self-aware person.
Books are growing more honest at a younger age, and the world is becoming less warm and fuzzy. Or at least the monsters are out in the open.
But at least this got Mouth thinking about how his loneliness wasn't unique. We all suffered. And I guess we all had good times too. Man - if every person who ever felt lonely killed himself, the world would be littered with corpses. And far lonelier.
You know what guys do? They stand up for people. You know why? Two reasons. It's right. And it feels good. Even if the person doesn't know what you did. Maybe especially then.
Let's face it - with a few exceptions, nobody likes anybody.
Part of the writer's task is to recognize what he's done, then dive back in and make the connections clearer. I'm a strong believer in getting things right the ninth or tenth time.
Athlete or not, I’m going to make sure you know how to read.
How it is we have so much information, but know so little?
Still desiring, we live without hope.
Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?
Pat answers to complex problems are the hallmark of intellectual mediocrity