Okay... I get that... but why I!?

I collected speech from so called "Smart", "Genius" nation... the judge is going to be made from you... ...Don't worry "Notes of A Dead Man Sequel" are going to be one damn long journey.

I like in my free time to walk.

What type of wrong thing, did I do?...What wrong did I said... and why I am so unlucky with the questionable "Relationships"?

I just want silence... nothing less... nothing more.

You will write about that... you will write this and this and this... you gonna do that and that......Promises and promises... leaks in the holes!

You can't deal with being odd?...Become like them...Become drug delear...Live their lifes... have fun...and be honest...

Look them... look this black hoodies... they are having fun... why you don't try also?(Drugs are good for you..)(Can you think!?)- At least blink!

One day you gonna find out that you can't shout... nobody does listens to you.

Today ain't in the mood to write... btw my name is Stevy.

I am a dead man, that's all......My Brain doesn't workproperly.My Brain is diagonessed officially dead....

I travel with a bunch of battery packs because I don't always have time to charge my phone at the hotel room when I'm traveling. I always change them, so I never run out of battery.

My use of the medium - photography - is in some ways traditional.

I'm not one of those stars that goes out and literally dresses to be photographed. I'm kind of a 'what you see is what you get' type of girl when I dress. I go for comfort above everything else.

I tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves letting go.

I got a tiny part in a play, auditioned for another one and got that as well. Not only that, the first finished on the Saturday and the other started on the Monday which is like an actor's dream!

It certainly seems like a good idea to talk about Heaven, meditate about Heaven and read about Heaven, because, after all, that's where we're going to spend eternity.

After a certain point is reached the numbers cease to matter, and all that remains is the faceless mass of a crowd.

If any man defile the temple of God, him shall God destroy, for the temple of God is holy, which temple ye are.

Faith is believing in the impossible because we have a God who is master of impossible.

The land of a god corresponds with the land of his worshipers.