“I have no idea what I am doing but incompetence has never prevented me from plunging in with enthusiasm.”
“I don't know what I'm doing, but my incompetence has never stopped my enthusiasm.”
“I believed the reason there was a God was to prevent such atrocities from happening to the same person twice. But nothing prepared me for this: I have done what I've sworn I could never do; I have become my own nightmare... I have lost control. ”
“Writing for me is a kind of compulsion, so I don't think anyone could have made me do it, or prevented me from doing it.”
“It seems that different people have an idea of what I am, and what I should be. And then there's me.”
“What am I to do?What is my destiny?I have no idea, not a clueFeeling lost and empty.What is my dream?What is my future?I beg thee to listen to me,I beg thee to answer.”