“Writing has become more than just a profession, and hobbyit has become a way to express my feelings and pour my entire soul into the pages of my books. Thank God for the little things in life that ...”

“Although my road to writing seems like it may have come easily, there were a few bumps in that road. I didnt get a lot of encouragement from friends, although my family were great supporters. I als...”

“If ever you feel lost, terrified, alone, emotionally and physically drained...when you feel like depression has overpowered you, and that the world itself, has devoured you...just remember that you...”

“People come and go in our lifetime, but we hold onto the ones worth keeping, the ones who have touched our lives in such a way that changes everything we thought we knew or felt; life itself change...”

“Poetry is one of my guilty pleasures and I want to thank you poets for providing me with beautiful words that I can devour and selfishly indulge in any time I want. -Nina Jean Slack”

“I find that is the best way to write during emotional scenes...put yourself and your emotions in every single word.-Nina Jean Slack”

“Being a writer all boils down to this: It's you, in a chair, staring at a page. And you're either going to stay in that chair until words are written, or you're going to give up and walk away. The ...”

“When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.”

“Im likely to stay here, pen in hand, until dusk comes and my writing melts into the twilight.”

“Im a dot in the grand scheme of things. I dont matter, not even to the other dots.”

“Music is a writer's heartbeat.”

“Gratitude is the gateway to a positive life.”

“I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around us, so we told each other that we had to be close together, together in the ...”

“Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.”

“So it's back once more, back up the slope.Why do they always ruin my ropewith their cuts?I felt so ready the other day,Had a real foretaste of eternityIn my guts.Spoonfeeding me yet another sipfrom...”