I saw you before. All your flaws, your imperfections. Your body’s going to a lot of trouble to hide something, something inside of you. It must be very precious.
In a corner of my soul there hides a tiny frightened child, who is frightened by a corner where there lingers something wild.
I have often believed the pen to be a needle, and ink to be a thread. Each story is an intricately woven tapestry and with each word I invariably sew a piece of myself into the page.
If you doubt, you fall, you fail, you die. Do not doubt.
Knowledge is too final. Not knowing lets you dream a little.
I hasten to sleep so that I might dream and colour my mind with a myriad of things.
We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.
When the time comes for you to leave this earth, if it doesn’t become a lesser place with your absence, then you have wasted your life.
