I Write Human Stories. I Write About

There's No Limit To What You Can Dream. You Expect The Unexpected, You Believe In Magic, In Fairy Tales, And In Possibilities. Then You Grow Older And That Innocence Is Shattered And Somewhere Along The Way The Reality Of Life Gets In The Way And You're Hit By The Realization That You Can't Be All You Wanted To Be, You Just Might Have To Settle For A Little Bit Less.

I Make It Easier For People To Leave By Making Them Hate Me A Little.

I Never Grew Up Thinking The Goal In Life Was To Be A Millionaire. All The Way Through College, I Had A Part-time Job. I Worked Hard To Get The Things That You Need At That Age.

Close Your Eyes And Stare Into The Dark.

There Are Certain Kinds Of Silence That Make You Walk On Air.