It's Easier To Write About Pain Than

I Convinced Myself That Sadness And Compromise Were The Ways Of The World.

Generations Of Women Have Sacrificed Their Lives To Become Their Mothers. But We Do Not Have That Luxury Any More. The World Has Changed Too Much To Let Us Have The Lives Our Mothers Had. And We Can No Longer Afford The Guilt We Feel At Not Being Our Mothers. We Cannot Afford Any Guilt That Pulls Us Back To The Past. We Have To Grow Up, Whether We Want To Or Not. We Have To Stop Blaming Men And Mothers And Seize Every Second Of Our Lives With Passion. We Can No Longer Afford To Waste Our Creativity. We Cannot Afford Spiritual Laziness.

We Write As If Our Lives Depended Upon It. They Do.

Exceptional People Are Often Called Crazy By The Ordinary World.

When Everyone Thinks They Know You, It's Hard Not To Be Guarded.