Rare and precious gifts,gold and myrrh and frankincense,to offer a king.
If you ever expect to write fairytales, you've got to get your head in the clouds.
To fight discouragement, remind yourself of the basics: I can write.I have the opportunity to do so. I love what I write. Now smile and be thankful.
Life can be awful. Life can be ugly.And still there are those who smile at the darkness, anticipating the beauty of an eventual sunrise.
My love for you reaches beyond the borders of continents, so vast in scope that I would cross oceans to be with you.Yes, but does that same love penetrate so deep as to dare thee to sink to the oceans...
Stop tormenting Derian.Me? Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence.Yes, you. And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him? Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the un...
I read so I might live a thousand lives in a lifetime. I write to control the particulars in those lives.
My brain tends to take the scenic route. Things come to the forefront of my mind sooner or later, it just takes time.
No matter what you write, no matter how meticulous and painstaking the creation process, someone is going to laugh, scorn, and dissect your work with criticism while another quietly falls in love with...
Twitter is a serious writing distraction. As are grapefruits. The two have nothing else in common.
As a writer, I see the saga of your life in a single glimpse. It may be inaccurate, but my version doesn't lack for creativity.
When we all pass from this life and gather on the other side, the only thing each of us will have is his own story to tell.
Hallelujah songcarries on a gentle wind,heralding a king.
A writer writesregardless...even though...notwithstanding...despite...at any rate...anyhow...nevertheless...in the face of...undeterred by...heedless of...and because.The true writer simply continues...
I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty.
There are few things better than losing yourself in a book. And if you're lucky enough to have that adventure continue in a series, it's like chocolate ganache on the icing on the cake.
For the real writers, every decision is either write or wrong.
People search the world over looking for someone to love them, when they should be searching for someone to love.
Gingerbread houseswith gumdrops and peppermintand marshmallow snow.
I bleed words.I dream in narrative. I live in infinite worlds.I befriend figmental characters.I wish on stars in other galaxies.I harvest stories from a brooding muse.I bloom under moonlight in hushed...