Dawn Tinted The Darkness Like Water Ink.

If I Get Ideas Independently Of The Act Of Writing, They Never Really Fit. So For Me, There's No Hanging Out, Waiting For Inspiration.

Oleander Time, She Said. Lovers Who Kill Each Other Now Will Blame It On The Wind.

Dawn Tinted The Darkness Like Water Ink.

There Is No God, There Is Only What You Want.

As An Artist, You Can Never Get What You Want. What You Do Never Approaches What You Want It To Be.