Your Life Doesn't Mean What You Have

The Pace Of Life Feels Morally Dangerous To Me.

I'm Dyslexic. If You Can Reconcile Yourself To Not Being Able To Burn Through Books, Which You Shouldn't Any Way, You Can Slow The Whole Process Down. Then, Because Of My Disability, There Is More For Me In Imaginative Literature Than There Is For Other People.

It's Interesting To Leave A Place, Interesting Even To Think About It. Leaving Reminds Us Of What We Can Part With And What We Can't, Then Offers Us Something New To Look Forward To, To Dream About.

Maturity, As I Conceived It, Was Recognizing What Was Bad Or Peculiar In Life, Admitting It Has To Stay That Way, And Going Ahead With The Best Of Things.

Your Life Doesn't Mean What You Have Or What You Get. Its What Your'e Willing To Give Up.