Life is a series of deaths and resurrections, losses and gains, pain and joy.

Pain and guilt tore through him. His soul was bleeding to death. He stood there, waiting to die. How could he not? But such wounds were not fatal.

The density of meaning is external and context dependent.

Behold, my children!" she said. "The instrument of my revenge. I will call it a scythe!"The Titans muttered among themselves: What is that for? Why is it curved? How do you spell scythe?

A few shackles and bars and this place'd be forced to call itself a prison!

Never try to fit a target audience. Write what is true to the characters in their settings and the audience will find you.

Your sins are what make you fantastic. It's what makes you alive. You should wear your sins on your sleeve. You should be trying to top your sins on a daily basis.

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know no way of judging of the future but by the past.

We must remind ourselves that to do what is possible we must sometimes challenge ourselves with the impossible.

I kind of feel connected to all places at the moment, and I've done very interesting projects in both places (Israel and America).

Find what causes a commotion in your heart. Find a way to write about that