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

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.

Fights begin and end with handshakes.

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

Natures and features last until the grave

Finding your personal style is a rich journey of discovery, wonder, adventure, and excitement.

Sometimes the only thing we do to avoid success is refuse to be energetic on our own behalf

There is no mistake in nature.

The scary thing is that sometimes you are wrapping up animation on a sequence and you don't know how the movie ends or begins. You just have to bluff and move forward.

I bit down three nails rooting for the Heat.

I would never recommend my novel as a parenting guide. But we happen to live at a very hectic and hurried time, and I believe that many parents are too wrapped up in themselves.

Oh no. I got a customer service person from another country.

We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes.

If you come to a fork in the road, take it.