I don’t trust the answers or the people who give me the answers. I believe in dirt and bone and flowers and fresh pasta and salsa cruda and red wine. I don’t believe in white wine

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Beauty was a bait, love was the trap, I was the pray.. fallen for the most beautiful predator..

I just loved making words into stories by the sound of my voice.

Every hill becomes a mountain when one has to climb up it.Getting to the top is the manna of life.AL/fd

Life is better than any movie or TV show. In real life there is no plot and there are billions of characters.

She was wearing a beautiful dress with straps designed to be eaten off her shoulders.

You make your own luck, Gig. You know what makes a good loser? Practice.

I think striking the right tone for your story is, if you like, the alchemical work of writing.

We can stop pleading with God to show us the future, and start living and obeying like we are confident that He holds the future.

How is it possible for someone who believes that the world was created in six days to have a rational conversation with me, who doesnt believe that, about other possibilities?