Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
our real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds, and the anxieties, the phantom floatings, they create.
Anticipation is anxiety. I have always had a very extreme anxiety thing.
Talent, and genius as well, is like a grain of pearl sand shifting about in the creative mind. A valued tormentor.
Fame is only good for one thing - they will cash your check in a small town.
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music that words make.