My way of writing a book is completely disorganized - to hurl myself at the problem, over and over.
Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.
An easy life doesn't teach us anything. In the end it's the learning that matters: what we've learned and how we've grown
The world's crazy, when it comes to beauty.
Hate is love without enough data.
All of us are called by something in this world that attracts us. And it doesn't matter what it is - you can be an engine mechanic or an aviator or you can be someone who loves their flower garden or the world of commerce or sailboats.