You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.
I have often believed the pen to be a needle, and ink to be a thread. Each story is an intricately woven tapestry and with each word I invariably sew a piece of myself into the page.
Cancer gave me an understanding of the point of all this. To survive. Most of our lives it is easy but for the moments when it becomes difficult, when accident or sickness or sadness strikes, it's just about remembering one thing. You must simply survive.
Inspiration is the timid beast that comes to your open hand once you’ve fallen asleep having given up trying to coax it from its hiding place.
You do not need to change people. Simply pull back the curtain obscuring their view of the truth and let them stare. Common sense, compassion and kindness will take it from there.