Nothing prompts creativity like poverty, a feeling of hopelessness, and a bit of panic.

I'm not frightened of a bit of silence.

Although I was a shy child, I was also a bit flamboyant.

Panic might feel like a bad thing, but in actual fact, it contains thousands of little splinters of hope. When panic is gone, it usually means that those splinters are gone too.

I don't like tea! Never have, never drunk it.

Few things focus the mind like fear.