“As we change, our writing changes too. You cannot write the same poem twice. And that's a good thing.”
“If you can't feel anything, it doesn't mean it's not hurting.”
“Now we go in and take over," answered A. "It's our duty to help these people.”
“Unforgiveness,splinter in your breastbone, lives there lodged like a small tree.Withers in winter, looms in spring. Its fruit is sweet on first bite, then turns into the taste of your own flesh.”
“Your own guilt is your own fault.”
“The ultimate goal of writing is forgiveness.”