I'm just trying to write a good story, strictly from imagination. People just think it's random, they don't see the rewriting, phrasing of characters, choosing the words, bringing the world to light in which the characters live in. That creates an illusion that this is real.

Some people are just so happy to get published to, they sign anything. Next thing you know, they've signed over the rights to their book.

For some of us love comes into the room, kicks her shoes off, finds the most comfortable sofa, and lies down, rests, has no intention of going anywhere. For others love walks in smoking a cigarette, checking her watch every two seconds, jittery, with one hand on the doorknob, heart rate up, always in sprinter’s position, ready to run.

Even the righteous man is just a sinner living in between sins.

a full moon is a flashlight so everyone can see your drama!

jealously lives with insecurity!

I wish I had met you first. Before we met them.