“When words transcend the confines of daily language, they

rightly deserve a public allocation for their singular arrangement.”

                                  ―CS Reid

 “All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.”
― James Baldwin

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
― George Eliot

“There is nothing to writing.  All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway

  “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”
― Sylvia Plath

“The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.”
― Ayn Rand