I spend a lot of time in a sort of free state when I'm writing in the beginning and sketching.
Only the other world has substance and reality; only good deeds and holy learning have tangible worth.
I like everything perfect. Everything has to be neat. My sister is 5, and she's more messy than I am. I make my bed every morning, everything's perfect. My shoes are all arranged. It's sad. I'm a little like Ray, a little bit.

