“Don’t let your sober face elate you, however; you don’t know what it may come to”

“In my prayers, I want to say: Lord, don’t be far from me, and also don’t come too close. Let me contemplate the stars on the texture of your cloth, but don’t unveil your face to me. Allow me to hear the rivers that you send running, but Lord! Lord! Don’t allow me hearing your voice”

“You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen.”

“Don’t write what you know—what you know may bore you, and thus bore your readers. Write about what interests you—and interests you deeply—and your readers will catch fire at your words.”

“...You may think you’re doing the right thing, and hell, you may even be right, but when you don’t let anyone watch over your shoulder, how the fuck are the rest of us supposed to know?”

“Danger, Danger running cold              Knowing but fearing just the same               Death comes and yet you don’t let go              Standing while it’s steel bands hold              Don’t walk. Don’t walk where light can not shine              You know the warning has been told              It comes for what is mine and I know it will be so.             Let go, it’s all there is that’s left. Let go your sin has no wrath.              Danger was Hell’s last request.               Let go it’s all there is that’s left. Let go your sin has no wrath.              Forgiveness wasn’t given yet. Not yet. Not yet.              No regrets. ~ Dank Walker”