Does my soul sufferWhen my body breaks downWhen I feel mortalWhen my body is weakDoes the soul rejoiceThe end is near

I can't remember the poemThat pierced through my heartIt was the saddest I heardOf all truths ever spokenIt left a scar in meA wound that doesn't healBut the words are forgottenSo is a big part of me

I read for pleasureIn search of fictional worldsTo enrich my truths

Real is overratedNo way in my life is that the gistI'd be everything I am notIf I were a fictionist

Words are music to the ears, alone or together, with or without melody.

And because the world is too big and time is too short and you only have one life to live, read!

Blank pages are cruelPure torture in white or beigeBut how else to start

But the sun will rise the day after tomorrowA millennium without us silences our last echoTo tiny fragments even our plastics are reducedIn Eden Reincarnate all life but ours is renewed

I exaggerateThere is a lie in my truthLook! My soul is blue

I crouch in cornersThe infection is widespreadLove epidemic

No music in the raindropsNo clouds with silver liningTorrents of sorrowsHorror in streams

For how long are you going to continue making excuses? When have you ever solved anything through excuses?

I need a man with a good sense of humor and a kind heart.

If you plan on being anything less than you are capable of being, you will probably be unhappy all the days of your life.

When you got a guy that has purpose, now your in a dog fight.

I've long said that comic books are the modern equivalent of our Greek myths.

It is the job of each artist to believe in the possibility of meaningful, substantial, and sustainable change.

Lying to a committee is a very grave abuse, and there ought to be a clear punishment.

Believe that you have a destiny to be great.

we certainly do not want to abolish power, that would be abolishing life itself, but we need a new orientation toward it.

If I'm in something funny, I like to try and find some kind of serious line in it that people can relate to.