My favorite thing is to be alone in a room with a blank paper in front of me and the time to fill it.
If we wait until our lives are free from sorrow or difficulty then we wait...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
I try to speak of a love that not necessarily romantic. I think there is so much love between people and so much love people want to give but it's harder and harder these days to show that to celebrate that you know?
