I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“She talked to herself as she wrote. "Dark hair, about six four five, two-forty. Shoulders the size of Nebraska. Amazing blue eyes."… — David Baldacci Copy Share Image
My mom is always asking why can't I make something nice? Because I'll make paintings, say, and they're just really bloody and… — Perfume Genius Copy Share Image
