“On writing..."It’s a walk into the darkest corners of my imagination where my nightmares fester until something living and breathing escapes onto the screen of my laptop.”
“I feel like my world is crumbling beneath my feet but Damon walks in and I have something to grab onto. It’s frightening and comforting all in the same.”
“Until the last breath leaves my body, I will not stop walking”
“Her voice, unfolding like a tiny bright memory in the darkest, furthest corner of my mind.”
“Writing stories is my way of scratching that itch: my escape from the claustrophobia of individuality. It lets me, at least for a while, live more than one life, walk more than one path. Reading, of course, can do the same.”
“My breath caught in wonder and surprise and I remembered that during the darkest of hours, God is. ”