After Inside Upheavals, It Is Important To

Characters Are Not Created By Writers. They Pre-exist And Have To Be Found.

Habit, Of Which Passion Must Be Wary, May All The Same Be The Sweetest Part Of Love.

One Can Live In The Shadow Of An Idea Without Grasping It.

Solitary And Farouche People Don't Have Relationships; They Are Quite Unrelatable.

The Writer, Unlike His Non-writing Adult Friend, Has No Predisposed Outlook; He Seldom Observes Deliberately. He Sees What He Didnot Intend To See; He Remembers What Does Not Seem Wholly Possible. Inattentive Learner In The Schoolroom Of Life, He Keeps Some Faculty Free To Veer And Wander. His Is The Roving Eye.