“When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.”

Sooner or later even the fastest runners have to stand and fight.

A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.

Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman’s got to hold on to.

Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.

The past is obdurate.

To write is human, to edit is divine.

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.

Hurt’s a reason to change, but all the hurt in the world don’t change facts.

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.

The road to hell is paved with adverbs.

When all else fails, give up and go to the library.

Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open.

It’s hard to let go. Even when what you’re holding onto is full of thorns, it’s hard to let go. Maybe especially then.

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.

We come into the world alone and we die alone.

We have to be strong, for the ones that came before us, and the ones who are yet to come.

Love me fearlessly for everything I am and all the things I come with.

Stay down till you come up, I been sticking to that theory.

Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.

Great things are coming for those who believe in their prayer.

I am waiting for the day, To find someone come and rescues me.

The work of those who do tomorrow may come, but tomorrow never comes.