Halfway Through Monday

stil occasionally thinking about how I just went home from work one Thursday and left a bunch of stuff at my desk and now... who knows what

If you keep your pen in the same spot for too long, you'll just get a big dark puddle of ink. So just move your hand, and go with the flow!

You will never stray from this path, my friend, because you are far too scared to turn around. I know you too well; after all, we are the same person.

It's hard to create if you try to explain it all in theory. It kills your creativity. It's healthy to somehow let yourself stay in the dark. Nothing happens through sitting down and just trying to analyze and figure it out without moving and actually doing it. I say this because I used to plan and analyze way before letting an idea form through making it, and maybe that's why I couldn’t make or create. I would over draw it in my head and I would lose interest or it would lose its momentum. If you touch an idea too much without actually making it, just like a dough or plaster, it dies. I think it's better to make and bake it and throw it away than to imagine how it would have worked or tasted.

Real? There’s no such thing as a real Princess of Jahad. We’re all impostors.

Guts: In the end, it's just like he said.

I let myself into the passenger side, type up a few pressing notes and then climb through onto the air mattress. Sleep doesn’t come easily. I close my eyes and try to convince myself that tomorrow will be better than this harrowing day. Yet every time I make that particular argument, a voice in my head responds: 'That may depend on which way you turn.'

Hopelessness is the enemy of justice.

Guts's wounds haven't healed. He simply cannot feel the pain.

Now with this, I will bring your suffering to an end.

I think somehow screens get in the way of dreaming.

Isidro: Isn't training usually practicing basics for a long time and inheriting techniques and stuff?

You can't help the things you long for.

The time has finally come to draw this secret sword.

Roxian: Lieutenant Kaim Argonar, it seems people are calling you 'The Immortal.' We've heard there were almost no survivors after the meteor crashed on the Highlands, and yet you appear to be unharmed. How did you survive?

Focus, focus! And by 'focus,' I mean, 'do it slightly faster than you should and make mistakes along the way, just like real life.'

I smile to show the pressure of heroes and to trick the fear inside of me.