We are therefore blessed with powerful minds yet at the same time cursed, not only to die, but to know that we must.

Why wait for your happiness to come from your future blessings, when this moment already has all you need to live happily?

Fate has this weird way of making your wish come true by supplementing it with ten other spiteful things.

When you are convinced that what you offer is yours, whether it be mediocre or of standard quality, your originality will make people love you in a way you did not expect.

Beyond the wall of the unreal city _ there is another world waiting for you. It is the old true world of the deserts, the mountains, the forests, the islands, the shores, the open plains. Go there. Be there. Walk gently and quietly deep within it. And then __ay your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God's dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night.

Why people become writers??It's logical, they don't have what to do and they are bored and they want to show people a new world. So they create it!Why people watch films??Because they want to feel the taste of the reality!Everything is logical, think before you ask!