He Has The Ability To

Our Rest Is Formed By Our Waking Life And Our Waking Life Is Formed By Our Sorrows.

I Feel Like My Eyes Are Killing Me At The End Of The Day And That I Shouldn't Use Them.

That Was The Way Love Was, Invisible, There Whether Or Not You Wanted To See It Or Admit To It.

I'm Much Faster Now. When You Only Have A Certain Amount Of Time To Write, After A While You Learn To Use Your Time Well Or You Stop Writing

That's Why There Are Ten Gates To Pass Through Before You Reach The Garden. If Life Were Easy There Would Be One Gate. There Would Be No Gates At All.