Just as the world spun us into existence, it will spin on long after we are gone.

The monsters were never under our bed, but in the forest our future.

I'll only tell you what matters. And the truth is, everything matters. Nothing is an accident, really.

I'll only tell you what matters. And, the truth is, everything matters.

I'm convinced that not all units of time are equal.

What you think, what you eat, and what you see today, shapes who you will be tomorrow.

Don't cry about it. Write about it.

Life's a battlefield, and we remain loyal to those who fight for us; those who'd die for us.

I write because it's the only thing I love that always loves me back.