I'm ready to kill something. I'll probably only get as far as my brain cells, but I am going to kill them.

The future gets no say in who we are.

Pretend – inside your skin – you've got a friend, who's willing to give you everything you ever wanted in exchange for all you've ever been.

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

What paper planes and empty seats most have in common is that they are best made by children still learning how to ride things out.

Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.

I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.

If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself.

The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.

If I didn't have so much of this life all wrong I would have gotten it right by now.

You are the home I point to that lives in my chest.

You might say that the universe plays the blues.

I live life in the light.

Good moral character is not something that we can achieve on our own. We need a culture that supports the conditions under which self-love and friendship flourish.

Take what you need, and find solace where you can.

Factory farming, of course, does not cause all the world's problems, but is is remarkable just how many of them intersect there.

My heart has jet lag.

Prosperity, alas! is often but another name for pride.

To deny that in a child after baptism sin remains is to treat with contempt both Paul and Christ.

Well, there are three things that the average man thinks he can do better than anybody else. Build a fire, run a hotel and manage a baseball team.

A brilliant design will always benefit from the input of others.