The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.
Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.
Success is hard, rewards are scant and the glory not always there.
To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.
Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.
Books are keys that open many doors.
Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.
Look at me! he would shout as he ran laughing through the halls of Storm's End. Look at me, I'm a dragon, or Look at me, I'm a wizard, or Look at me, look at me, I'm the rain god.The bold little boy w...
Oscar always said that books are truly our best friends. He said that they never think poorly of us and that they always have a shoulder for us to cry on or relieve stress. They take our minds away fr...
The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.
We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.