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"My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music."
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"We are all artists, painting the world with our thoughts while coloring the universe with our deeds."
"I think that all things, in their way, reflect heavenly truth, the imagination not least."
"My pond life with hydra is over, now I'm into the ocean world of poetry to dive deeper.."
"Writing a book is like raising a child, the only difference is you don't have the fucking part in writing a book."
"Are you considering becoming a creative person? Too late, you already are one. To even call somebody "a creative person" is almost laughably redundant; creativity is the hallmark of our species. We have the sense for it; we have the curiosity for it; we have the opposable thumbs for it; we have the rhythm for it; we have the language and the excitement and the innate connection to divinity for it.If you're alive, you're a creative person. You and I and everyone you know are descended from tens of thousands of years of makers. Decorators, tinkerers, storytellers, dancers, explorers, fiddlers, drummers, builders, growers, problem-solvers, and embellishers--these are our common ancestors."
"I don't think anybody can teach anybody anything. I think that you learn it, but the young writer that is as I say demon-driven and wants to learn and has got to write, he don't know why, he will learn from almost any source that he finds. He will learn from older people who are not writers, he will learn from writers, but he learns it -- you can't teach it."
"What may be myth in one world may always be fact in some other."
"One's writing is good only when the intelligence and the imagination are in equilibrium. As soon as one of them overbalances the other, it's all up; you may as well throw it away and begin afresh."
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"This is my story. I don't know where I'm going, but I know I'm going somewhere beautiful, and I know I'm on my way... It's been a beautiful adventure. It always will be."
"Do you wait for things to happen, or do you make them happen yourself? I believe in writing your own story."
"I haven't been very impressed lately.By people,or places,or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind."
"I said I love you so much it's killing meand you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret. As Romeo is dying Juliet saysI am willing to die to remain by your sideand love was never a static place of restbut the last second of euphoriawhile throwing yourself out from a 20 store windowto be able to sayI flew before I hit the ground,and it was glorious.Don't be sorry.The fall was beautiful, dear.The crash was beautiful."
"People who truly live their lives don't have time to complain or judge others. They're too busy enjoying life and love and everything in between!"
"I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own world. I hear what people say, rearrange it, take away and tear apart until it finds value in my reality and there I make it work. I find spaces in between the cracks and cuts where it feels empty and there I make it work."
"Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an houror two.This is your fairy. It ain't perfect and it ain't honey sweet with roses on the bed.It's real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love. Don't throw it away searching for someone else's love. Don't be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go. Be someone's someone for someone.Be that someone for him."
"Am I making something worth while?I'm not sure.I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts,but am I making something worth while?I'm not sure.There was a boy last night who I never spoke to because I was too drunk and still shy, but mostly lonely, and I couldn't find anything lightly to say,so I simply walked awaybut still wondered what he did with his lifebecause he didn't even speak to meor look at mebut still made me wonder who he wasand I walked away askingAm I making something worth while?I am not sure.I am a complicated person with a simple lifeand I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me."
"Loveis not leaning on each other, adjusting to fit a different size.Loveis simply two hands reached out in the darkness,saying; I'll be your light, if you'll be mine."
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