I spend most of my time writing.

They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were; they all fused into a single stubbornness.

Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, the place to love and be irritated with.

But then as time passed, I learned the lesson that parents do early on. You fail sometimes. No matter how much you love your children, there are times you slip. There are moments you can't give, stutter, lose your temper, or simply lose face with the world, and you can't explain this to a child.

I thought how we might have to yell to be heard by Higher Power, but that's not saying it's not there. And that is faith for you. It's belief even when the gods don't deliver.

Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.

You know, some people fall right through the hole in their lives. Its invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where.