When everything is immediately available and infinitely reproducible, nothing is valuable.

We are not strong enough to stand up against endless grief, And yet pain is the constant drone of life. So if we are to have any happiness at all, it is only in the passing instant.

He had been alone in the world and empty for so long. But she filled him full, and so he believed everything that had been taken out of him might have been for a purpose. To clear space for something better.

Our worst pain is confined within our own skin.

Publishers give you deadlines for those last phases of production that are perfectly comfortable for them. So, to whatever extent I can, I like to push those to give me a little more time, and make it so that they're as uncomfortable as I am.

Claim your space. Draw a circle of light around it. Push back against the dark. Don't just survive. Celebrate.

If I had to give up reading or give up listening to music, I suspect I'd stick with the music.