I became as hard as whipcord, but with a brain like cottonwool..

She doesn’t think she’s worthy to live. But she doesn’t realize, she is life..

Anyone who conceives of writing as an agreeable stroll towards a middle-class life-style will never write anything but crap..

Every day you amass knowledge in a frantic race against death that death must win. You want to find out everything in the time you have; yet in the e….