Part Of The Creative Process For Me

Loss Could Be Used As A Measure Of Beauty In A Woman.

Heaven Is Comfort, But It's Still Not Living.

Learn A Language Of Another Country And Then You Can Go To That Country: A Place Where The Problems Of Your Family Will Not Follow. A Language They Do Not Speak.

Our Only Kiss Was Like An Accident- A Beautiful Gasoline Rainbow.

I'm Not A Slash-and-burn Kind, And I'm Also Not A Posterity Kind. They Just Kind Of Exist On My Hard Drive. It's Like Walking Down The Street - What You Leave Behind Is Still There, Even If You Never Go Back And Revisit It.