I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon.

I cry often. I cry and cleanse my face with my tears and swim to the center of it all. A center that I have written about a thousand times, forever etched into the porcelain.

I kiss the soil as if it is the last time I will recognize the beauty she has given the trees.

We make our own music. We paint our own future.

I would give my heart to the religious so that they may realize that god hates us all.

I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back.

I sense him smiling and laughing and looking at me with eyes of a thousand aborted children coming back to rightfully claim their life, to claim the earth.

Sadness is a moment in which the world took something from you. Depression is a lifetime of torment no matter what is said or done.

I rise from the moist crevice of thought, I beat on the shores of her holy body, I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness. Rise onto me my precious sun.

Her eyes burn like a match head striking my flesh with ferocity and precision to ignite the night with a divinorum induced dream.

Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

Whatever yerz’re lookin’ for, I hope yerz find it. Yerz moight’ve never lost it!

When you see a married couple coming down the street the one who is two or three steps ahead is the one who's mad.

I guarantee you there is someone in your life that deserves more appreciation. Who is it? Find that person and let them know!

I have so many different projects, I hear voices in my head - the characters talking all at once - and I have to write to make them stop.

The idea occurred to him when he was twenty. At first it was only a vague idea, a question looming — what should I do? — with an answer taking shape: nothing.

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

Relationships are never chance events.

Do first things first, and second things not at all.

An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.

To understand animal thinking you've got to get away from a language.