“HUSTLE HARD!”

“In the absence of the life you want, what will you do with the life you have?”

“I really like it when a bad dream doesn't scare you...it inspires you instead'.”

“Lift your head to me...’ His is the kiss of a timorous lover. Feel his inhuman lips on the throat, the heat of it. The bite, when it comes, is cold. Begin to sink as the blood flows into his mouth; it is almost soothing. No pain. No pain at all. His teeth grind into the muscles; ecstasy and torment. Life, the very being, is flowing out. Unholy nourishment. Holy nourishment. Drained slowly.The trauma of it feels like being torn, but it is no more than suddenly having the ability to experience reality in a different way. Waiting for the end... for what? Cannot foretell. No longer flesh, no longer blood. Soul. Free.”

“Happiness comes from the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.”

“I am a poster child with no poster”

“In recovery, it's all about putting one foot in front of the other. As a writer, it's all about putting one word next to another on a page. ”