You may say I'm a dreamer....

“There’s still a piece of me that can’t let go of you.”

“You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.”

“I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of others’ pain, and my passion for it all.”

Have you ever felt like you are the quiet ghost everyone can see but chooses to look through. Like your body is there, just transparent, you speak but no one hears you, not really. The act of disappearing is not so hard truly. You can do it even in a room surrounded by people who claim they love you. Just pretend you aren’t there, and everyone around you will pretend you have vanished too.

“You can’t just change me and then leave.”

“I like to think of my first draft as a preliminary sketch I draw on the canvas before I start adding paint. The draft is usually about a third the length of the finished manuscript. I like this metaphor – and it’s oil paint, not watercolors – because sometimes you just have to paint over that whole disaster in the lower-right-hand corner and start again.”

“The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.”

“Write the kind of story you would like to read. People will give you all sorts of advice about writing, but if you are not writing something you like, no one else will like it either.”

“Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don’t want to make eye contact while doing it.”