we're all wounded in some way, im just tryin to heal!

you're just a side dish not the main course!

People know your tragedies and they treat you like you’re not human. Like you’re a three-headed goat. A monster from some other planet. They keep reminding you of your pain. You see how they look at me? They’re stuck on that person I used to be. They can’t see that old life as just a moment in time that I’ve moved on from. It was a horrible life.

love is a mental illness, an obsessive-compulsive disorder romanticized!

I want those young whipper-snappers to know that in days past we actually used to kill trees and make those things called books.

For a lot of people, becoming an author is a change in occupation... they are coming from something that totally has nothing to do with this. If they are expecting to come into a room full of people praising them, then they are in the wrong place.

desire is a beast that must be fed!