Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory.

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

Once again the absurdity of my inner thoughts overwhelms me, and I want to crawl out of my skin, escape my ugly, awkward flesh and be a skeleton, naked and anonymous.

Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

I've always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.

What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.

I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.