There are three things that make a person a writer: inspiration, perspiration and desperation.

You can't have an up without a down, a right without a left, a back without a front - or a happy without a sad.

Hope can be the most wonderful thing in the world or it can crush your heart like an eggshell.

This was a place where tattoos outnumbered teeth.

Sure, on a larger scale, it was healthy to have people out there you cared about more than yourself. She knew that. But then there was the abject fear you would lose it. They say possessions own you. Not so. Loved ones own you. You are forever held hostage once you care so much.

"So basically, that entire theory is blown to hell."Not basically," Win corrected. "Entirely."

I'm not very happy idle. There's always this voice in my head that says, 'I should be writing.