Computers are quiet and clean and totally distracting because the Internet is there, lying in wait for a moment of weakness to pounce on your creativity and progress.

Suffocation is a cruel way to go.

Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What I mean to say is, without her words, I’d be exponentially more messed...

Books and movies, they are not mere entertainment. They sustain me and help me cope with my real life.

Reading makes me feel like I’ve lived a thousand lives in addition to my own.

Getting all emotionally wrapped up in made-up people’s lives gives me a chance to take a break from my own life […].