"... he writes stories, not only his own. some he borrows from memories, others, he steals from the past. or he tries to capture the fresh scent of the present. he stays away from the uncertain, the unknown. the future.
stories are his drugs. ideas are like syringe he injects himself with until he reaches ecstasy. he makes love with words, he craves for them, they make him orgasmic. he clings to them like they are his lifesaver, a thin thread linking him to his sanity. they are his lovers in various disguises, the friends he surrounds himself with, he cries and he laughs with them."
-Amanuensis, I Am the Closet Geek