Indeed, you become what you eat. In which case I am an onion. Layered, slightly sour and guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes.

Believe, my child. Faith is the food of survival.

You must appreciate that love is the last reason for which a man marries.

Information is the mortar that both builds and destroys empires.

Danger is an aphrodisiac.

We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

Rewrite, rewrite, rewrite, don't be precious about your first draft, it's an architectural blueprint to a whole building, be your own worst critic, confront your weakness and remember it's a craft.