He needed a stiff drink. With a side of straightjacket.

She needed to come with an instructional manual. And one not written in Spanish.

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You’re in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.

He bit back a weary sigh and tried to remember strangling her would solve squat.

Considering she’d just blown his gray matter into the ether, he was screwed.

Urges. Mercy, the urges.

Her sudden grin depleted some of his brain cells. She was evil like that.

That dress was designed to be a kill switch for rational thought.

How are poets able to unzip what they see around them, calling forth a truer essence from behind a common fact? Why, reading a verse about a pear, do you see past the fruit in so transcendent a way?

You can only see God when you notice people

No moment is ever isolatedWith history elsewhere, drilling its stitches.

Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them

Somedays the line I walk turns out to be straight - Other days the line tends to deviate.

A warrior doesn't know remorse for anything he has done, because to isolate one's acts as being mean, or ugly, or evil is to place an unwarranted importance on the self.

No matter what your current ability is, effort is what ignites that ability and turns it into accomplishment.

Healing is not an overnight process; it is a daily cleansing of pain, it is a daily healing of your life.

There are thousands of paths to God and every one gets you there.

...revolutions are not won by enlisting the masses. Revolution is a science for the few who are competent to practice it. It depends on correct organisation and above all, on communications.