What is right, in the end, is not always what it seems to be, and some rules are better broken.

You can't exist in this world without leaving a piece of yourself behind.

But you could only remake your own future, not anyone else's, and for some people that just wasn't good enough.

How far can a person go... and still live with himself.

But once you throw a stone, there are ripples in the pond, even if you remove the rock.

Writing is grunt work - you need to have self-motivation, perseverance, and faith... talent is the smallest part of it.

But there’s a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn’t near you.