Fights begin and end with handshakes.

The words he said, too, must be human enough to bleed.

A poet could kill the dead.

Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.

I’ve learned to fall like the BJJ player, to protect the body through controlling the distribution of force by slapping the mat with hands open. With hands open. Hands open. Open. O Pen.

Stories do not change, only the lives they live in do.

Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.

If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.

It’s cool when fashion recycles itself, it’s not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction.

How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?

The more inhuman we became the more we understood each other as humans.

We could do it, you know.""What?""Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.

I know I’m not supposed to say this, ” he said. “But I think I love you more than ever.”I took his hand and tried not to think about how happy his words made me.

It is proven that the glass in your environment may be able to affect your health.

Personal Responsibility is when an individual volunteers to be in charge of duties, tasks and is ready to see to its fulfilment

You can't let doubt or fear or guilt eat away at you. You are good and you need to remember that above all else. Love is stronger than hatred, and you are made of love.

In the dining room, next to my collection of colorful papier-mache Mardi Gras float art, hang draperies made of the New Orleans toile fabric that I designed pre-Katrina for Hazelnut.

I've always had a weakness for foreign affairs.

Serbian history tells that family is the most important thing and you have to stick with the family.

Any man that tells me what to do is sexy!