Occupation: Writer Birth: June 20, 1965
A life to hold, or to see slip through uncaring and inattentive hands, but always a life. And given one, we wish for two, or three, or more, so easil….
Blame is a bitter and indigestible thing, even when the blame is a coat you cut for yourself, even when you stood right there and got yourself measur….
Love, I would later conclude, was all things to all people. Love was the breaking and healing of hearts. Love was misunderstood, love was faith, love….
Sorry is for the things you've done that you shouldn't have not for things you believe in..
Truth is truth, you are who you are, and though your viewpoint might change, and though you might possess a different perspective about something, yo….
Loneliness is a drug, a narcotic; it grows through veins, through nerves and muscles; it assumes some right of possession over your body and mind; it….
Don’t ever stop writing. This is the way the world will find out who you are..
Let the past be what it was, the present what it is, the future the best it can be..