I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
Stephen KingJesus watches from the wall, But his face is cold as stone, And if he loves me As she tells me Why do I feel so all alone?
Stephen KingI have spent a good many years since―too many, I think―being ashamed about what I write. I think I was forty before I realized that almost every writer of fiction or poetry who has ever published a line has been accused by someone of wasting his or her God-given talent. If you write (or paint or dance or sculpt or sing, I suppose), someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that's all.
Stephen King