Computers are quiet and clean and totally distracting because the Internet is there, lying in wait for a moment of weakness to pounce on your creativity and progress.
Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What I mean to say is, without her words, I'd be exponentially more messed up than I am already.
Suffocation is a cruel way to go.
Books and movies, they are not mere entertainment. They sustain me and help me cope with my real life.
Reading makes me feel like I've lived a thousand lives in addition to my own.
Getting all emotionally wrapped up in made-up people's lives gives me a chance to take a break from my own life [...].