When we are touched by something it's as if we're being brushed by an angel's wings.

Can it be that even as one grows to fit the space one lives in, one cannot grow until there's space to grow?

I've always been intrigued by the way history works, the way we decide what is mentioned.

When we are touched by something it's as if we're being brushed by an angel's wings.

Listen how they say your name. If they can't say that right, there's no way they're going to know how to treat you proper, neither.

It really wasn't until I was in college when I began to write more and more, and I realized I was scheduling my entire life around my writing

Anyone can tell you that how you're raised as a child has a great deal to do with how you behave as an adult and whether you have complexes or whether you need to prove yourself or all that kind of stuff and yet the mother in a traditional family who has raised a child never makes it in the history books.