You__l have days of complete lack of faith in your abilities. But you have to keep coming back. That__ when you know you__e a writer _ when you take the failures and appear at the desk again, over and over again.

The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help.

If you're spending your entire early 20s chasing the next party,what are you running away from?

Most men either compromise or drop their greatest talents and start running after, what they perceive to be, a more reasonable success, and somewhere in between they end up with a discontented settlement. Safety is indeed stability, but it is not progression.

I've wandered through the real world, and written myself through the darkness of the streets inside me. I see people walking through the city and wonder where they've been, and what the moments of their lives have done to them. If they're anything like me, their moments have held them up and shot them down.Sometimes I just survive.But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.That's when the stories show up in me.They find me all the time.They're made of underdogs and fighters. They're made of hunger and desire and trying to live decent.The only trouble is, I don't know which of those stories comes first.Maybe they all just merge into one.We'll see, I guess.I'll let you know when I decide.

There are three reasons I failed. Not enough training. Not enough training. And not enough training.