We All Have Our Dreams.

I Hate The Way, Once You Start To Know Someone, Care About Them, Their Behavior Can Distress You, Even When It's Unreasonable And Not Your Fault, Even If You Were Really Trying To Be Careful, Tactful.

It Was Not Apathy. It Was An Intelligent Disinterest In Those Things That Could Have No Bearing On One's Existence.

Flat Or Round, There Has Always Been Hate In The World.

If They Had Said My Writing Wasn't Good Enough, Fair Enough, That's An Opinion. But To Say It's Too Complex Is To Insult The Intelligence Of The So-called Young.

I Tend Not To Analyse My Work, Though I'm Frequently Intrigued When Other People Take Time To Do So.