Writing was the only thing that populated my life and made it magic.




(No Ratings Yet)Everything in life is a story just waiting to be written.




(No Ratings Yet)I write in order to comprehend, not to express myself.




(No Ratings Yet)Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.




(No Ratings Yet)But isn’t it true that an author can write only about himself?




(No Ratings Yet)And on the days I couldn’t breathe, I learned to paint air.




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