I'm here because of what I write. Obviously, I must know something

I don't think what I look like is relevant.

I got a lot of problems, but I'm really good at intuiting what I need to do to be happy with whatever I create. I know when to stop myself, I know when to start, I know when to leave something alone. I guess I just kind of indulge that completely, and so I just take my time.

If I were to imagine myself as an idler wheel inside some big mix of gears, then I would be connected to everything. It's not like there's just me and then nothing.

Though dreams can be deceiving; like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.

I never thought I'd be in a position where people would be talking about my sexuality and saying how good I look in underwear.

What will an angel say that the devil wants to know?