I had tasted power and I had used it up, but now I would get more of another kind. We would share it, and keep each other from the dark.

My sister burns, and she does not burn for you.

When expectation becomes your believe the the depth of being heart is pretty more than just a disappointment.. :(

Dan clung to her in speechless gratitude, feeling the blessedness of mother love, — that divine gift which comforts, purifies, and strengthens all who seek it.

Here's a rule I recommend. Never practice two vices at once.

May you find INSPIRATION in the big picture, but may you find LOVE in the details.

Writing is not chewing your nails and picking your teeth, but a matter of public interest.

I'm about to reach my dreams and I aint even got my arms stretched.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day's divinity! First thing you see!!

Imagine a temple inside your mind, a haven from the chaos of the world. Visit often.

I don't think it would be fun to write after inhaling art fumes. (What are art fumes?) No, I just make stuff up. It's easier that way.

Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.