I've been thinking a lot aboit the energy of the universe. And if energy can't ever be created or destroyed, only transferred, what do you think happens to people's energy once they die?

You're like a grey sky. You're beautiful, even though you don't want to be.

Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.

I will be stronger than my sadness.

..because never in my life have I ever been picked when there was another alternative.

I wonder if that's how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out.I don't want it to win.

He can't make me love him when he's going to leave me.

Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.

Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there's nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.

Something inside me clicks. It's like I've spent my whole life fiddling with a complicated combination only to discover I was toying with the wrong lock.

Do you believe in other universes? Do you think there's another dimension where we're happy?

A god of the ‘possible’ is no God.

Is that how you’re supposed to find your soulmate and fall in love these days? By flirting in 140 character tweets and stalking each other’s social media pages?

...to create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement. Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist.

Stamp your performance with excellence.

Jimmy Dickens was the essence of country music and the heart of the Grand Ole Opry.

I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon.

I'm one of those people who sees Frank Zappa in a cup of coffee, or elephants wrestling in clouds. But also, conscious creation of all kinds moves me.

Once a person has all the things they need to live, everything else is entertainment.

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

Hate is too strong of an emotion to waste on someone you don’t like