How some of the writers I come across get through their books without dying of boredom is beyond me.
Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.
I think people stop themselves from doing the things they want to do. I just think you never know how long you're going to be around so you might as well do the things that are intriguing. Nobody really cares anyway so you have to do what makes you happy.

