"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming." -T.R. Writing is a hurricane gale, and a gently flickering candle. Writing is the stillness of the air at three in the morning, and the raucous laughter of friends at seven in the evening. This is why I write.