Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope.

Never mind. There. For good or bad. It's done.

People tend to find books when they are ready for them.

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.

I want to write a play. I'd like to do an original musical. I should probably put together a poetry collection.

Sometimes human beings are very much like bees. Bees are fiercely protective of their hive, provided you are outside it. Once you’re in, the workers sort of assume that it must have been cleared by management and take no notice; various freeloading insects have evolved a mellifluous existence because of this very fact. Humans act the same way.