She made the beast rear its ugly head. Stirred fantasies in my mind I would have never otherwise entertained. Owning her wasn’t enough. Controlling her didn’t douse the inferno blazing inside me.

My heart is a compass, and it always leads me back to you.

Was it cruel if someone asked for it? Begged for it, even? She always begged. Even now, I could hear her whimpering for me. Christ, those noises she made. A one-way ticket to heaven.

Even when she was on her knees- filled with my darkness- she was still shining bright. My Siren’s song, my exposed nerve. She lured me in and made me feel. And then she left me to perish.

Don’t deny me what’s mine, Brighton.

I’m not letting you go, baby girl. You need to accept that.

I’d single-handedly go to war and burn their whole organization to the ground before I ever let them harm what was mine. And there were no two ways about it- Brighton would always be mine.

No one has any right to tell you that the way you perceive yourself is wrong. Because by doing so, they also discourage the person you aspire to be.

Life is ours to be spent not to be saved.

I'm not really a mass market writer.

You learn from mistakes.

There is nothing softer and weaker than water, and yet there is nothing better for attacking hard and strong things.

Art is a microscope which the artist fixes on the secrets of his soul, and shows to people these secrets which are common to all.

Some men worship rank, some worship heroes, some worship power, some worship God, and over these ideals they dispute-but they all worship money.

Instead of looking for love, let it happen by being the best you that you can be.

I keep a lot to myself, and I cherish the things that are for me and the people closest to me.