We Make Our Way Through Everything Like

Ask Yourself In The Most Silent Hour Of Your Night: Must I Write [create]? Dig Into Yourself For A Deep Answer.

Success, Which Is Something So Simple In The End, Is Made Up Of Thousands Of Things, We Never Fully Know What.

The Only Sadnesses That Are Dangerous And Unhealthy Are The Ones That We Carry Around In Public In Order To Drown Them Out With The Noise.

You Darkness, That I Come From, I Love You More Than All The Fires That Fence In The World.

Nothing Touches A Work Of Art So Little As Criticism.