Love is a warm brain, not a leaping heart.

Any writer takes inspiration from what they read and watch, and over their career works on forming their own voice. I think it was probably Stephen King who made me want to become a writer.

Love is harsh, and it consumes. And more than anything, it demands sacrifice.

The future and the past are equally meaningless because they are nebulous entities, times that do not exist, containing events which have no echo because they are gone, or which hold no import because they are yet to happen. What is important is the here and now, and now, and now, and the spaces between the nows.

Hate misleads, fear distorts and love blinds.

Dreams are life, real life, not simply reflections. Dreams are honest.

The Force is neither light nor dark, master nor slave, but a balance between extremes.