Have no fear, you will find your way. It's in your bones. It's in your soul.

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

Keep true to the rare music in your heart, to the marvelous and unique form that is and shall always be nothing else but you. Keep to that and you can do no wrong, which I realize is easier said than done.

Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.

House of Leaves is certainly about the unsettling nature of fear - and it was my aim to address that - but its also about recovering from fear.

This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.

...she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head.