An author plants the alphabet — and harvests flowers, nourishment, and weeds. – Terri Guillemets
Some authors write with a grave ink, of a dramatic pen dipped into their dark souls. – Terri Guillemets
We write to remember our nows later. – Terri Guillemets
An author, behind his words, is naked. – Terri Guillemets
Being an author is being in charge of your own personal insane asylum. – Terri Guillemets
Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines. – Terri Guillemets
Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear — and devils, too. – Terri Guillemets
The universe will do the writing for you, if you just listen close enough. – Terri Guillemets
Authorship is exhibitionism, and readers a species of voyeur. – Terri Guillemets
The wordsmith cut saws for a living. – Terri Guillemets
Worry ducks when purpose flies overhead. – Terri Guillemets
You can never worry your way to enlightenment. – Terri Guillemets
Worry bankrupts the spirit. – Terri Guillemets
Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies. – Terri Guillemets
Work hard, enrobe yourself in velvet hope, and rule your world! – Terri Guillemets
Follow the seasons. Follow your heart. Lead by example. Lead with love, alongside simplicity and courage, embracing duty, shunning fear. – Terri Guillemets
A bottle of wine is her autobiography: uncorked at birth, drunk to the last drop — an empty vessel all to show for it. – Terri Guillemets
The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination. – Terri Guillemets
Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless. – Terri Guillemets
Life is one long experiment in learning. Who can be perfect all the time? Sometimes I feel half-wise, sometimes half-stupid. – Terri Guillemets
