10 Quotes by Dana Hewitt

As writers we hold a pen or open a blank page on a screen or punch the keys of a typewriter. Either way we create; we illustrate and our inner cowardice evolves to courage through words. Before we know it the page is no longer blank; because we opened up a bit of our insides, it is stained.

She loved the smell of wet dirt the way others might love the smell of roses.

To live, I have to feel alive.

Writing was her escape and her rescue.

Responsibilities don't yield to melancholy.

Guilt doesn't always make sense.

So I start now to move on, not forgetting, but taking the memories with me in my heart and in ink. The leaf has fallen and it's time for a new one to grow before I let my lie live me to death.

So I start now to move on not forgetting, but taking the memories with me in my heart and in ink. The leaf has fallen and it's time for a new one to grow before I let my life live me to death.

Love is not ridiculous.