I thought, I'm going to die. And, thinking that, I was determined to live.
There are no desperate situations, there are only desperate people.
I love a good worst-case scenario. My brain just kind of works that way. I like that idea of how much a person can get away with, and why.
I think the world is crumbling when I have a bad game.
It's dangerous to accept crisis as your baseline. It gets harder and harder to see the anti-crises that are so requisite to happiness: the quiet times, the crucial pauses - like those in a poem.
There are real threats but there's a difference between recognizing real threats and an irrational kind of apocalyptic threat.
Hindsight is 20/20, but the moral of the writing for me is that when you're feeling very scared and nervous about something and you're fairly convinced that it could be a massive disaster, that's exactly the idea that you should do.
