The Old Sleep Poorly. Perhaps

If You Don't Have Time To Read, You Don't Have The Time (or The Tools) To Write. Simple As That.

No One Can Tell What Goes On In Between The Person You Were And The Person You Become. No One Can Chart That Blue And Lonely Section Of Hell. There Are No Maps Of The Change. You Just Come Out The Other Side. Or You Don't.

We All Do What We Can, And It Has To Be Good Enough, And If It Isn't Good Enough, It Has To Do.

Even The Company Of The Mad Was Better Than The Company Of The Dead.

Why' Is A Crooked Letter And Can't Be Made Straight.