“At the end of time I want my art to stand up and my soul to bow down.”

“My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”

“I want my writings to inspire and awaken. I have no interest in spinning silly tales for money. I want to fish deep down into my soul and see what I can pull up, in the belief that once I've gone that far down, everyone will understand that we are all the same, that far down.”

“I will not have my life narrowed down. I will not bow down to somebody else's whim or to someone else's ignorance.”

“The phone rang. I picked it up. “Are you sitting down?” Curran's voice asked. “Yes.” “Good.” Click.I listened to the disconnect signal. If he wanted me to sit, then I'd stand. I got up. The chair got up with me and I ended up bent over my desk, with the chair stuck to my butt. I grabbed the edge of the chair and tried to pull it off. It remained stuck. I would murder him. Slowly. And I'd enjoy every second of it.”

“I don't want to end up like my mom. That's my biggest fear in life.”