There's a lot that is awful. That's the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don't let what's hard...obscure the beauty.

Because love, love never finishes.

Your greatest creation is your creative life. It's all in your hands. Rejection can't take it away; reviews can't take it away. The life you create for yourself as an artist, may be the only thing that's really yours. Create a life you can center yourself in calmly as you wait for your work to grow.

Can it really be love if we don't talk that much, don't see each other? Isn't love something that happens between people who spend time together and know each other's faults and take care of each other?...In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love.

It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.

I looked at my hand resting on the shelf of the prop cabinet, thinking of the scars that were there whether anyone could see them or not.

I'm not really a plot writer - I'm more interested in the characters and sort of small events that propel the story forward.