There is only one god and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: “Not today.

I can see a scene in my head, and when I try to get it down in words on paper, the words are clunky; the scene is not coming across right. So frustrating. And there are days where it keeps flowing. Open the floodgates, and there it is. Pages and pages coming. Where the hell does this all come from? I don't know.

'Dreamsongs' allows me to show the scope of my writing - with personal commentary that puts the works in context and includes some autobiographical details intended to reveal how each piece came to be, what it represents, and how it has formed, or been informed by, my philosophy of writing.

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

Men are men, vows are words, and words are wind.

If we leave our smells behind us when we leave a room, surely something of our souls must remain when we leave this life?" - Qyburn

I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.