For the writer, madness should seep slowly out of them from the world they endure each day.

Lies are served like a fine delicacy. But beware, the truth of it all will sour, lodge in your throat, and choke your very existence if you continue to believe them.

Some want to be writers when life permits it. There is no part-time in being a writer. It’s an all-in way of living your life through words and feelings scratched out with a pen.

The same things that make you unique in this world, make you a target for the archers consumed by fear and jealousy.

Digging deep inside you as a writer will damn near kill you at times. But in the end, your words will be true and undeniable for the reader, and that is all that ever really matters in writing.

As a writer, a poet, you’re not alone in wanting to be alone. Your work is a friendship that never leaves you.

I was a poet. I had no expectations other than creating a world of art with words that would live on long after I was gone.

They say, poetry is dead. I say, was there ever a time they had a clue of what the state of poetry is?

Poets, with no sponsors, no agenda, are the truest form of freedom today, bleeding out every drop of themselves for the world to either hate or devour.

Each morning the winds of the city moan and weep with lost souls clinging to hope of reliving the memories of yesterday.

Becoming a writer does not mean words will suddenly flow with perfection from your pen. It takes hard work, rejection, and the willingness to lay everything inside you out for the world to see.

It is the time that delivers greatness to people.

I am a mask, concealing the real.

.... we are a part of nature as a whole, whose order we follow.

I appeal to the chemists to discover a humane gas that will kill instantly and painlessly. In short- a gentlemanly gas deadly by all means, but humane, not cruel.

Society rests upon conscience, not upon science.

A test of your love for God is to examine your love for others.

We never exchange more than three words with a Friend in our lives on that level to which our thoughts and feelings almost habitually rise.

If you're not pissed off with the World, you're just not paying attention.

Why is everyone trying to tell me that when you get older it gets better?

I did not have a reputation to defend.