Sometimes it’s the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination.

Every one is their God,if you give up on yourself,who else will save you?Every one is busy,some are busy livig,some are busy dying,and you, who are busy chasing fame and fortune,who are busy with daily necessities,try to stop to think a second:if your brain has been institutionalized?Where is your God?

Tragic art, as it developed in the theaters of ancient Greece, in the fifth century B.C., was essentially an art form devoted to tracing how people fail, and also according them a level of sympathy, which ordinary life would not necessarily accord them. A few years ago, I was thinking about this, and I went to "The Sunday Sport," a tabloid newspaper I don't recommend you start reading if you're not familiar with it already.

Writing is a way of life, a way of being in the world.