I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.

Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn't stop.

Writing is a solitary venture. Making use of a soundless void in the vortex of time the author enters the realm of restoration, an undertaking where he or she explores that private psychic space of the self. In this mystical state of heightened awareness, the writer investigates the soul’s grievances, and diagnoses and treats their grim afflictions.

Anyone who says writing is easy isn't doing it right.

Everyone carries a story which can be a best selling novel, it’s just a matter of penning down your feelings on papers.

I had once tried to write, had once reveled in feeling, had let m crude imagination roam, but the impulse to dream had been slowly beaten out of me by experience. Now it surged up again and i hungered for books, new ways of looking and seeing. It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.