Stop squandering yourself, child. Wait for love.

Is that all souls are for? For when we die?" "No. They're for living, too.

...I said I was sorry.” “Be sorry, then. Just be sorry somewhere else.

The main thing I've learned is that we all have to learn to work with - and appreciate - the brain we've been given, and not waste time wishing things were easier.

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better.

It’s not stalking if you don't follow them home, right?

The biggest challenge for me has been in coping with my perfectionism. I have a stiflingly hard time moving forward in a project if it's not 'just right' all along the way. The trap I so easily fall into is rewriting and rewriting the same scenes over and over to make them perfect, instead of continuing on into the wild unknown of the story.