“I write with all my heart”

“I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.”

“I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?”

“I have it in my head that when we’re born, God writes things down on our hearts. See, on some people’s hearts he writes “happy” and on some people’s hearts he writes “sad” and on some people’s hearts he writes “crazy” and on some people’s hearts he writes “genius” and on some people’s hearts he writes “angry” and on some people’s hearts he writes “winner” and on some people’s hearts he writes “loser.”I keep seeing a newspaper being tossed around in the wind. And then a strong gust comes along and the newspaper is thrown against a barbed wire fence and it gets ripped to shreds in an instant. That’s how I feel. I think God is the wind. It’s all like a game to him. Him. God. And it’s all pretty much random. He takes out his pen and starts writing on our blank hearts. When it came to my turn, he wrote “sad.” I don’t like God very much. Apparently, he doesn’t like me very much either.”

“My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.”

“I can't write to please everyone, but someone, somewhere will be touched if I put my heart into it.”