Writing and creating, those things come to me on their own. I feel like... you sort of summon them and it's like allowing the universe to enter your heart in an entirely different way to what it normally does. It's like inviting that energy of the universe to enter into your craft in a way where it
“The persecuting spirit has its origin... in the assumption that one's own opinions are infallibly correct.”
“I learned patience, perseverance, and dedication. Now I really know myself, and I know my voice. It's a voice of pain and victory.”