He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he’s alone and will be for long. He cried because safety and reason seemed to have left the world. Loneliness was a reality, but in this situation madness was also remotely a possibility.
~ Stephen King
Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life.
People who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there… and still on your feet. -Stephen King