Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.

her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth

Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.

How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care.

The writer is both a sadist and a masochist. We create people we love, and then we torture them. The more we love them, and the more cleverly we torture them along the lines of their greatest vulnerability and fear, the better the story. Sometimes we try to protect them from getting booboos that are too big. Don’t. This is your protagonist, not your kid.