I've had good publishers and bad publishers, and you've got to learn when the advice is sensible and when it's not.
The hatred of truth is the taproot of violence.
I can love October in September. September doesn’t care.
A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope.
Pain can be endured and defeated only if it is embraced. Denied or feared, it grows.
...I felt fear enter the halls of my mind, but I didn't give it the keys to every room.