And I think that in myself (and perhaps evident in what I write) fear of loss and the corresponding instinct to protect myself against loss are potent forces.

Find what causes a commotion in your heart. Find a way to write about that

I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life, and never wake up, which is what I almost did.

Some idiotic things are well worth doing.

Your life doesn't mean what you have or what you get. Its what your'e willing to give up.

If you lose all hope, you can always find it again.

Maturity, as I conceived it, was recognizing what was bad or peculiar in life, admitting it has to stay that way, and going ahead with the best of things.

If loneliness is the disease, the story is the cure.

Our ex-wifes always harbour secrets about us that make them irresistable. Until, of course, we remember who we are and what we did and why we are not married anymore.

Some people want to be bank presidents. Other people want to rob banks.

The art of living your life has a lot to do with getting over loss. The less the past haunts you, the better.

If you try to extinguish the light of one who shines like the sun you will get burned.

Dreams fuel human beings imaginative response to existence.

Once you clear that mind clutter out, the doorways for what you desire are open when you start using NAPS!

Reaching out to any fellow ghetto kids is an act he puts in the same category as doing drugs: the initial rush of warmth and euphoria puts you on a path to ruin.

Not everything needed to be processed. Some things needed to be ignored and slept on.

Is my music indicative of a caffeine-surged green liquid? Probably not.

Engineering is a creative practice.

Happy contractedness of youth, nay, of mankind in general, that they think neither of the high nor the deep, of the true nor the false, but only of what is suited to their own conceptions.

We were put on this Earth as creatures of God to have dominion over the Earth, to use it wisely and steward it wisely, but for our benefit not for the Earth's benefit.

Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations?