W.J. Cameron Quotes

Stick in and do my best.

Once writing becomes an act of listening instead of an act of speech, a great deal of the ego goes out of it.

The historic beauty of BJJ rests not with its ability to allow a smaller man to maim a larger man, but with its ability to allow any man of any size to survive.

Thoughts were zipping around my head like fireflies in a jar, bumping into each other, blinking on and off.

She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill.

Don’t serve time. Make time serve you.

Still, she stood looking fabulous like a princess should, licking her blood red lips the moment she laid her eyes on the beautiful prince. It was appetite on first sight.

Growing up changes morethan playground gamesand body shapes.

As women in today's society, we are encouraged to compare ourselves to other women when what we need to do is focus on our own strengths, our own capabilities, our own beauty.

Time was the greatest murderer in history.

In other words, I tasted a different drug. A drug called progress.

Fame is a spiritual drug. It is often a by-product of our artistic work, but like nuclear waste, it can be a very dangerous by-product.

I don’t know what else to say.""There is nothing else to say. A few minutes of words can’t change years of absurdity.

The trick to finding writing time is to make writing time in the life you've already got.

I do not put in long hours at the keys - or very seldom. Instead, I snatch time. I write in the crannies of my life.

When we make time to write, we can do it anytime, anywhere.

Grab for time to write instead of wait for time.

I believe that what we want to write wants to be written

There has been only one Christmas -- the rest are anniversaries.

Christmas is the gentlest, loveliest festival of the revolving year - and yet, for all that, when it speaks, its voice has strong authority.

The world is too sane. It could use a little madness.

Writing is 90% struggle. The other 10% is up to you.

Every single day should be crazy fun.

I want out of this place.With no reminders."It stings -sulphur tearsin cinnamon rain.

I mean, what does a devil want but to find meaning in life after a long journey of turmoil and troubles?

You have more potential in you than you can possibly use up in an entire lifetime or even in several lifetimes. Stop making up excuses and believing in limits.

Concrete breathes sun's heat.

Dew moves mountains.

Blood cannot be without dancing. There is no dancing without blood.

I have to admit, insanity is so much fun.

You know what insane people are, Alice?" the Pillar says. "They are just sane people who know too much.

A strong and brave heart isn’t enough. A true heart, no matter how much the truth hurts, is the strongest of all.

The taste of moon's song.

I put on some make-up, turn on the 8-track, and I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf - suddenly I'm Miss Punk Rock Star of Stage and Screen and I ain't ever turning back!

Instead, she's as stillas a leaf-littered pond, dark water evaporating, waiting desperately for rain.

I see you, Khya. I've always seen you. And except for you tendency to pretend you hate me most days, I like what I see.

What's not there is.

Karen had no problem standing up to people. She’d say ‘no’ before the question was even asked.

Sometimes people don’t want the truth. Sometimes the truth is worse than a lie.

Pattaya is what the end of civilization will look like.

How had it come to this? My life was in CHAOS!

Victory in war is usually the result of compromising what you want and behaving like those you despise." - Tapio

Listening to the siren song of more, we are deaf to the still small voice waiting in our soul to whisper, ‘You’re enough.

A counter to a jab is a left hook. What’s the counter to prejudice?

In The Land of Poetry and Fighting, Efficiency rules the throne. I try to live here, so I shave my head because hair is dead and dead is inefficient.

i miss my brother likethe sea would miss saltif that were taken away.

pg. 301--"Saturday the weather couldn't decide if it was ready to fully entertain winter or if we were still stuck in the fall."pg.349--"...winter showed up in an angry, punishing fury...

The storm before the calm.

Sweat seems to bleed / like pride from their bones.

It's not about blood, "says Lucius. "It's about who you shareyour life with.Where you feelyou really belong.