Writing

If you have ever sincerely said, “Haste makes waste,” then you are officially old as fuck.

If given enough time to evolve, even foxes one day will wear fur coats.

The author always exists in the present tense.

Sadness is the water of memory; serenity, the sky.

The day after tomorrow is just as important as today.

Life is a country road with little upkeep and untrustworthy signage.

We are all Frankenstein’s monster, each of us an amalgam stitched together from the disparate pieces of our creators.

Almost everything is as trivial as it seems.

Eloquence is irrelevant if your audience speaks a different language.

No matter how many siblings you have, you can always be thankful for not having more.