Maybe There Would Be A Bad Outcome

Just Because Things Hadn't Gone The Way I Had Planned Didn't Necessarily Mean They Had Gone Wrong.

Why Is It That We Understand Playing The Cello Will Require Work, But We Attribute Writing To The Magic Of Inspiration?

I Know Where I'm Going. And If I Don't Know Where I'm Going, I Don't Tend To Get Anywhere.

Praise And Criticism Seem To Me To Operate Exactly On The Same Level. If You Get A Great Review, It's Really Thrilling For About Ten Minutes. If You Get A Bad Review, It's Really Crushing For Ten Minutes. Either Way, You Go On.

There Was Such An Incredible Logic To Kissing, Such A Metal-to-magnet Pull Between Two People That It Was A Wonder That They Found The Strength To Prevent Themselves From Succumbing Every Second. Rightfully, The World Should Be A Whirlpool Of Kissing Into Which We Sank And Never Found The Strength To Rise Up Again.