Your blindness to my downfall, Has gone too far to be a joke, As I stand ablaze before you, And you tell me you smell smoke.

There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask "What if I fall?"Oh but my darling, What if you fly?

what if I fall? oh, my darling, but if you fly?

There are ghosts of yourself scattered everywhere, Whispers of a moment suspended in time, Where every life that you've brushed up againstNow lives with a piece of you trapped in their mind.

Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it's not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold, You don't deserve my spring.

It's not the endings that will haunt youBut the space where they should lie, The things that simply fadedWithout one final wave goodbye.

My mother always told meNo monster lived beneath my bed, But she had failed to warn meIt laid on top of it instead.

Don't ever think you're alone here, We've just been trapped in different hells, And people aren't against you dear, They're just all for themselves.

What is the best way to write? Each of us has to discover her own way by writing. Writing teaches writing. No one can tell you your own secret.

A tank full of life and a running tap.

Then sense. Use your sense. Not all of us are born for greatness, but all of us have sense. Make use of it. Think. Think long and well.

There is a great potential in everyone.

Cancer Boy probably has the saddest, noblest, sweetest heart of any character I've ever done.

There are seasons when faith shows itself in taking; there are seasons when it is witnessed in refusing.

I had the choice to either grow up and find God in the situation or become bitter. I chose to find God. And I experienced freedom like I never knew before.

Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising I came singing into the sun, sword unsheathing. To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking: Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!

I definitely believe that we really need to stop putting things in masculine and feminine boxes and realize that men and women both contain masculine and feminine energy.

Maybe no one can know how it is for anyone else.