There is something about the power of words that carry me on, actually, pumps me up to the roof and once I have to face the reality, it crashes me on cementitious earth - enough that I wish I would never had the liftoff.

I was feeling low today, crawling on floor like a miserable pigeon in heat, of disappointments, of misery in realities of life, of the ....

So I had to look for inspiration and here I found some and I share them with you:


"A true friend tells one the very things an enemy would laugh about in hide." (An anonymous Persian proverb).

"Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood." (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)

"The artist and the self-critic . . . are, with a few felicitous exceptions, forever at odds?" (Joyce Carol Oates).