Failure has been my best friend as a writer. It tests you, to see if you have what it takes to see it through.
The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.
Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.
Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.
She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.
Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.