Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t.

I miss something I never even had.

It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

We writers are resilient souls.

Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side.

Things will get worse before they get better.