I Love The Process Of Cracking The

Love Is Like The Rain. It Comes In A Drizzle Sometimes. Then It Starts Pouring And If You're Not Careful It Will Drown You.

No One Will Love You More Than You Love Your Pain.

The Girl She Said, I Didn’t Tell You This Because It Was A Small Thing, But Little Girls, They Leave Their Hearts At Home When They Walk Outside. Hearts Are So Precious. They Don’t Want To Lose Them.

It's Hard To Tell What People Will Do With The Word And How They'll Be Circulating It But I Think The Storytellers And The Stories Themselves Will Always Be There.

We Need Literature Because We Wouldn’t Fully Know Ourselves Without It. We Need Good Literature To Be Fully Human.