Believing is more fun.

Not everything can stand the test of time, but a story can.

Art is life. Art saves humanity.

A masterpiece does not unfurl its wings immediately. It takes time. It will fly when it is ready.

Perhaps I can fight evil with words.

The stars are there to guide us to our dreams, but we must make an effort to follow.

I chose to be a writer no more than I chose to be female.

Once you’ve started writing, it’s like you’ve opened up Pandora’s box.

True beauty is found in the heart of the soul.

Some days you live in pajamas and your hair has that kind-of Albert Einstein look.

Once you are at the point where you can call yourself a writer, there’s no going back.

It’s a new world. Stand up.

There’s more to life than writing.

Live in the present, not in the future, and appreciate the past.

When you have a destiny, you can’t fight it, you can’t run from it, all you can do is fulfill it.

Take life one chapter at a time.

Plant your feet firmly, and stand your ground. With the strength of mountains, the courage of seas, and the energy of the sun, fight the darkness and create miracles. The time is here. Fight with...

Never mistake kindness for weakness.

Life is a story within a story.

Feel the positive energy you have inside you, and carry it with you-always.

Anytime I was denying my inner self, I knew absolutely nothing.

Write as if no one is going to read it.

It means the clouds are clearing on Avon.

Every day is a great day; it’s just how great you make it out to be!

I am here to listen to the knowledge of my soul and to communicate it through the written word.

A blank piece of paper and a pen or a pencil is always all ears.

He can’t take his eyes off the stars, but I can’t take mine off his face. I can see the stars reflected in his eyes, can see the wonder of it in the way his...

Let’s quit our jobs and fuck all day.

Sometimes writing is like playing with fire… like trying to tame an uncontrollable beast.

Be careful what you say and do around a writer. Your words and actions may become material.

Flynn’s reaction is electric, for all he only moves an inch, straightening, gazed fixed on the sky overhead. Though his eyes are on the clouds, I can’t help but watch his silhouette in the darkness....

He leaned back, appalled at himself. She was a ***damn dose of truth serum. Things were falling out of his mouth as though his ability to sensor had short-circuited.

Writers wake up the world.

A critique is a necessary tool to sharpen your craft.

All hope is never lost.

I couldn’t believe his arrogance. I turned away hoping to ignore him enough so he’d just leave.”Just give me five minutes,” came Flynn’s muffled voice through the closed window.I ignored him. He’d caused me way...