We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.

The brain is a muscle that can move the world.

Do you need someone to make you a paper badge with the word WRITER on it before you can believe you are one? God I hope not.

It's a hard life if you don't weaken.

If I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross out. I'm not proud.

Sometimes a man and a woman reach a crossroads and linger there, reluctant to take either way, knowing the wrong choice will mean the end... and knowing there’s so much worth saving.

It's funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?