Memory feeds imagination.
And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.
That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.
You can never be an artist if your work comes without effort. That is the problem with modernink from a bottle. You do not have to think. You simply write what is swimming on the top of your brain. And the top is nothing but pond scum, dead leaves, and mosquito spawn.
It's both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.
And I think now that fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention. But somehow, when you lose something you love, faith takes over. -Rose