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Greatness is achieved through kindness, compassion, and love.

Love is enough.

Love is alive when there's music in your heart.

I hear you in the morning sun.

Whatever you do, let it be lovely.

Love is written by the soul.

Life is beauty simply breathing.

Like a flower, feel yourself rise above and begin to open.

Be the energy you want others to absorb.

A good friend is a healing friend.

Peace is when we look upon the world together.

Embrace your inner goddess, never let go of the light you carry within.

I see God now as an unimaginative writer of popular fictions, someone who builds stories around sadistic and graceless plots, narratives that exist only to express His terror of a woman's power to choose who and how to love, to redefine love as she sees fit, not as God thinks it ought to be. The author is unworthy of His own characters.

It was one of the dullest speeches I ever heard. The Agee woman told us for three quarters of an hour how she came to write her beastly book, when a simple apology was all that was required.

What is your advice to young writers?_ __rink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.

If typos are God's way of keeping a writer humble, plot holes certainly keeps one on their knees.

If you want to find out if someone is a true bookworm or not, give them a thousand page novel and see what happens.

Writers don't make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But then again we don't work either. We sit around in our underwear until noon then go downstairs and make coffee, fry some eggs, read the paper, read part of a book, smell the book, wonder if perhaps we ourselves should work on our book, smell the book again, throw the book across the room because we are quite jealous that any other person wrote a book, feel terribly guilty about throwing the schmuck's book across the room because we secretly wonder if God in heaven noticed our evil jealousy, or worse, our laziness. We then lie across the couch facedown and mumble to God to forgive us because we are secretly afraid He is going to dry up all our words because we envied another man's stupid words. And for this, as I said, we are paid a dollar. We are worth so much more.