I'm never proud of my old work. I always feel as though my skills have since improved.

Even though artists of all kinds claim to put their hearts and souls into their works, it will only confuse you, for example, if you try to discern a painter by his paintings. His masterpiece may be the master because of its iridescence; it may display a hundred different perspectives through his single face.

The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored.

Astray from a deep sleep chronic as I write by phonics, like insomnia I will always live the onyx night for revealing, and, upon it, still I'll steal the bright light of day right away just to keep building at speeds hypersonic.

Those who speak of progression but are afraid of change are self-repressed and therefore unable to reach any further than their eyes can already see.

Everyone has their own ways of expression. I believe we all have a lot to say, but finding ways to say it is more than half the battle.