- I think I'm an ethereal substance living in a material form that humans have termed flesh. Words are my tools and use them in creating characters, situations and universe's either in prose, poetry or play form.
- If one has freedom of worship to either be a Christian, Muslim, Jew, Buddhist or pagan: why can't one have freedom to marry whoever or whatever one loves?
- I was convinced that if one prayed hard enough, God gave one the tools to one's salvation.
- My social life suffers. It irks me that I can't go to that birthday party or start a relationship because of writing. I usually say to myself: 'this will be my last book, and I'm done writing so I can be 'normal'. But the moment I depress the final full stop to a manuscript, a new journey begins and I'm wondering if I'm under a spell. LOL. I don't believe in spells, however.
- My mother said to me one time, 'Do what makes you happy, not minding what the world says because whatever you do, whether you go up, down, left or right, you'd always have those who hate your guts'.
- I'm a sucker for Shakespeare, such that sometimes I think I'm the reincarnated bard of Avon.
- Sometimes logic is illogical.
- Who says life is not a bed of roses? After all roses have thorns, and even if we lie on the thorny beds which in turn prick our flesh to a resultant profuse haemorrhage, our strength will be revealed in our ability to pull out the thorns from off our flesh and "dethornize" the roses. It won't kill us but only make us stronger than pain.
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