When I was a kid, I had this idea that I would have a beard when I got older. I thought it'd be nice to rub my chin.
What is our destiny? Does it matter? Is it bound up with 'our' planet? In my opinion, yes.
Writing on a computer feels like a recipe for writer's block. I can type so fast that I run out of thoughts, and then I sit there and look at the words on the screen, and move them around, and never get anywhere. Whereas in a notebook I just keep plodding along, slowly, accumulating sentences, somet

