“We don't find love, love finds us. What you put out into the universe will find its way back to you.”

“This funny thing we call love, how simple it may seem. To say it is sometimes enough but to feel it is a dream.”

“Can you hear the echoes of a faint whisper in the breeze? Can you smell the fragrance of the roses and the trees? Can you see my soul reaching out from within? Can you feel my fingertips dance upon...”

“Thou art but a feeble flower in the garden of the universe, yet thou hath a purpose much greater than thyself.”

“It matters not what my brain knows, but what my heart feels.”

“Thou doth not know the tragedy of a tale between two hearts till the tears of a forgotten love dissolve into the scars of yearning and seep through the cracks of the broken, leaving behind a trail ...”

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”

“The first thing you have to learn when you go into the arts is to learn to cope with rejection. If you cant, youre dead”

“When I am grown up I shall carry a notebooka fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.”

“Love the work: the grind, the dreaming, the distracted not-sleep, all of it. Its the one thing in the job that will always be there, and the real pleasure in the profession. Everything else is luck.”

“Is not our purest form of writing that done without the taint of money?”

“One single letter cures the blank page.”

“When you write, you can write yourself into the world of your dreams or the world of your nightmares. The choice is yours!”