You think you’re bold? You think you know sin? You’re still learning the language, I wrote the bloody book.
Whatever I discover about my enemies is written down.
Time to write my own f*****g story.
The past is already written. The ink is dry.
Writing is where I go to be honest about how I feel. Sometimes it’s really the only way for me to know what it is that I’m feeling.
The world today is not what it was one week ago. What will it be one week from now? One month from now? Nothing is written that cannot be changed. It is a small world, after all. We made it that way.
The man can write about dogs and teach you everything you need to know.
Of course I know what I’m doing. I wrote this book.
I write in hope that one day you will answer me and that everything can again be like it was… Though I know that can never be.
I feared in my heart that history would not be rewritten. That no matter how many battles we might win, victory would remain forever out of reac
Far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons. Doesn’t seem right.
We all have the capability to change and the future is not written by our past.
