Dear God, where art thou? more or less importantly, whom.

My biggest fear in death is not dying, it's the inability to see if I made a difference

Sometimes food won't even suffice for comfort, you can taste the resentment with every gnaw

Every writer should inevitably acknowledge the fact their book sales will never match those of the bible

The test of mans determination to leave a legacy behind, a fraction of his vision and thought, to die before your time, to sacrifice the rest of your life however long that may be. It's not the fear of dying, in death it is the fear of that inability to see if you actually made a difference

The curiosity of what those final moments may feel like is a sense of euphoria you cannot share in hindsight