Cats will be cats.

My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.

Nothing fortified me, and simple loneliness all but destroyed me, yet I felt swamped by the belief that life must mean something- otherwise why was it there? Why was anything anything?

Now comes the hour to choose between being acceptable to others or being acceptable to one's own self, for we must kill our true selves off in order to survive.

The preachers preach and the sinners sin sincerely.

I swear to God . . .”“God doesn’t come to this part of the house, so swear to me.” -Liam C

There have been times on this trip I’ve been convinced that GPS was wrong.

Water is peaceful. I am at rest. In thewater, I am safe and pulled in where Ican’t get out. Everything slows down—the noise and the racing of my thoughts.

Endeavor for greatness, venture for the sake of the heart.

There’s no need to sharpen your pencils any more. Even the dull ones can make a mark.

I like cups of tea and reading books and poetry and old people things.

I'm in a position to work on good things. I've worked on shitty projects, in the past. But, it is what it is. I'm just taking it as it comes.

I'm just a regular guy that had a dream and ran for it.

The absurd duty, too often inculcated, of obeying a parent only on account of his being a parent, shackles the mind, and prepares it for a slavish submission to any power but reason.

But everyone I know reaches a point where they throw out their arms and go beserk for a while; otherwise you never know what your limits are. I was just trying to find mine.