Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
I have known lots of adults who enjoyed similar enthusiasms as a kid and weren't encouraged and then didn't go anywhere with it and so they're unhappy in their jobs as adults.
I have ideas that I will probably never write now.
Idleness of the mind is much worse than that of the body: wit, without employment, is a disease - the rust of the soul, a plague, a hell itself.
The bias against introversion leads to a colossal waste of talent, energy, and happiness.
Up until now, I had ideas that I wanted to try but didn't have the opportunity to do them.
The natural idealism of youth is an idealism, alas, for which we do not always provide as many outlets as we should.
Boredom is your imagination calling to you.
When you still have something in the tank, it's really hard to let it go.
You always feel when you look it straight in the eye that you could have put more into it, could have let yourself go and dug harder.
Because we have so much eye candy and mind candy, spending so much time trying to pay the rent, all of this conspires to keep us from thinking too hard or taking action from that. Our time is stolen. So much of our daily life is stolen.
I have no new voices - they've all been used.
Teenagers are some of the most passionate, dynamic and creative people I know. Yet, too often, this creative spark is left to flicker precariously and sometimes fade entirely.
