I do not have a split mind. I am not different people. I am myself, the same self I have always been, the one person I can never escape.

I guess there's a Use By date when it comes to blaming your parents for how messed up you are.I guess that's what turning eighteen means.Time to own it.

I don't want the world to keep turning without me on it.

We are selfish, my illness and I. We think only of ourselves. We shape the world around us into messages, into secret whispers spoken only for us.

Once-upon-a-time we buried the memories we didn't want.

This is what labels do. They stick. If people think you're MAD, then everything you do, everything you think, will have MAD stamped across it.

Any punishment is an insult to the crime

She's known sadness. That's what it is. I only just thought that as I wrote it. She's known sadness, and it has made her kind.

We place memories on pieces of paper to know they will always exist.

But sometimes all the stars in the entire universe conspire to make something good happen.

When she turned to see me smiling. It was an awkward smile, but you only really know what a smile means when you own the face behind it. Everyone else just sees the smile they expected it to be.

Daily mediation on the Holy Scriptures is a spiritual act.

Man is seldom judged on the basis of his good deeds. If bad in past the good in present doesn’t matter

You didn't learn the Bible as a Fundamentalist. You learned fragments of Old Testament legalism mixed with Behaviorism & Nietzschean ethics

Regarding stickyfish teams, I favor the Bigfield Fighting Koobish.

Great Poets discover themselves. Little Poets have to be 'discovered' by somebody else.

I wake up to my three dogs and my wife in bed and the kids, and those are the best gifts that I have.

I would've hit the water hard, but at the last second I changed into a falcon. ~Carter Kane

The Buddha never taught a sectarian religion; he taught Dhamma - the way to liberation - which is universal.

How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

Be collected. No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart There's no harm done.