I know this much: if you gotta write, honey, you gotta write. Some call it a disease, some a madness. Ah, but I call it love. — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
Poverty made me feel weak, as if I were coming down with an awful, debilitating, communicable disease - the disease of being without money. Instead of going to the hospital, you went to the poor farm. The difference was, you… — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
“I'd love to wake up next to you in this room, in this bed, every day.” — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
Better to fail at what you love than succeed at what you hate. People have strange ideas about success ... too much to do… — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
“I believe there are two kinds of people in this world. The ones who do everything right, expecting the perfect outcome every time, and… — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
I know this much: if you gotta write, honey, you gotta write. Some call it a disease, some a madness. Ah, but I call… — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Just your being here justifies that what I feel for you is strong enough to endure anything.” — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
If you're around someone who makes you feel good, you have to go for it. Don't hold back. — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
Poverty made me feel weak, as if I were coming down with an awful, debilitating, communicable disease - the disease of being without money.… — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
There was a strange kind of comfort in misunderstandings and differences that were old enough to have lost their teeth. — Faith Sullivan Copy Share Image
