You Make Your Own Luck, Gig. You

You Never Understand Anybody That Loves You.

All Stories, If Continued Far Enough, End In Death.

The World Breaks Everyone Or Nearly Everyone, Of Their Childish Illusions, Assumptions And Wishes, Often Painfully And Afterwards Due To The Personal Growth In Practical Experience, Insight And The Resulting Wisdom Many Are Strong At The Broken Places Just Like Mended Broken Bones Often Are, And Some People Even Have The Great Insight To Be Grateful For The Purifying Fire.

If A Writer Stops Observing He Is Finished. Experience Is Communicated By Small Details Intimately Observed.

The Ocean Is Worth Writing About Just As Man Is.