Sometimes There's Just No Way To Hold

Dreams Are The Language Of God.

Believing That Art Is Either Worth A Fortune Or Worth Nothing At All.

A Writer Always Wears Glasses And Never Combs His Hair. Half The Time He Feels Angry About Everything And The Other Half Depressed. He Spends Most Of His Life In Bars, Arguing With Other Dishevelled, Bespectacled Writers. He Says Very 'deep' Things. He Always Has Amazing Ideas For The Plot Of His Next Novel, And Hates The One He Has Just Published.

God Is The Same, Even Though He Has A Thousand Names; It Is Up To Us To Select A Name For Him.

Choosing A Path Means Having To Miss Out On Others