The moment I got a very big studio, everything took off.
Some truths should perhaps be left unsaid. Some doors unopened. An angel once told me to let go of the ills I held too close, to let go of the flaws that shaped me.
Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.
We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.
Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.
Few things worth having can be got easily.
As a child there's a horror in discovering the limitations of the ones you love. The time you find that your mother cannot keep you safe, that your tutor makes a mistake, that the wrong path must be taken because the grown-ups lack the strength to take the right one. . . each of those moments is the theft of your childhood, each of them a blow that kills some part of the child you were, leaving another part of the man exposed, a new creature, tougher but tempered with bitterness and disappointment.
Coach Hedge grumbled as he tended their wounds. “How come I never get invited on these violent trips?
These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.
You can then further enhance the process of writing by forming the clear intention that your Higher Self will influence your writing.
Romance is mush, stifling those who strive.