I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.

Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.

Home is where you feel at home. I'm still looking.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

Some prisons don't allow guitar because the strings can be detached and used as weapons.

Most people don't find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don't even know they have great talent.

Of many magics, one is watching a beloved sleep: free of eyes and awareness, you for a sweet moment hold the heart of him; helpless, he is then all, and however irrationally, you have trusted him to be, man-pure, child-tender.