It's not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it's yours$$$ and then be willing to let it go.

I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that$$$ and it didn't mean anything? What then?

Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it's always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.

There are so many fragile things$$$ after all. People break so easily$$$ and so do dreams and hearts.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter$$$ of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints$$$ of images$$$ of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

Those who play with the devil's toys will be brought by degrees to wield his sword.

Zeal without knowledge is fire without light.

How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else.

It is said that the darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn.