Mar 062009

My pen became my oxygen supply. Writing became my therapist.

I don’t exist without writing.

I don’t see the world unless I see it in ink.

I have a sneaking suspicion that all religions lead to the same place, a very unified place.

Most of us don’t spend any time knowing ourselves. We just keep reacting.

The writers I respect the most had an undying commitment to a vision.

Writing is a really good first step toward that goal of knowing yourself.


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