We must.. We must bring our own light to the darkness
Don't ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out.
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, itโs not pretty.
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is
Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.
Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away... Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.