A nightmare has taken hold of my body. Lunacy has dug its way inside my mind.

Alone with thoughts of what should have long been forgotten, I let myself be carried away into the silent screams of delirium.

The terror takes you. The cage is locked and the curtain drawn. Fingers dance along as blades, carving memories into your flesh that will leave scars long past being healed.

I’m a stranger behind the same set of eyes that the girl in the photo holds.

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

You see how picky I am about my shoes and they only go on my feet.

When it comes to the stage, I can't help but be inspired by people like George Clinton, Elton John and Alice Cooper.

Sometimes surrender means giving up trying to understand and becoming comfortable with not knowing.

It is reassuring for people to feel they have a boss, someone who knows the answers and has charted the course.

The craft of writing is the art of penetrating other minds with the figures that are in your own mind.

I'm drawn to people that have tasks to do.

The stars which shone over Babylon and the stable in Bethlehem still shine as brightly over the Empire State Building and your front yard today.

Girls have to be strong to protect the men they love.

Laughter was like a fresh breeze - it cleaned its way through the body making everything feel good. Did other species have such a simple healer?