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 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 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.

Blood and wine are interchangeable. Love and hate are unrecognizable. Sanity is no longer with me.

If just one of [those people] experiences life as a crazy adventure--and I mean that he, or she, experiences this every single day... Then he or she is a joker in a pack of cards.

The world does not need tourists who ride by in a bus clucking their tongues. The world as it is needs those who will love it enough to change it, with what they have, where they are.

Power corrupts, but lack of power corrupts absolutely.

i hate how my past actions keep messing up my future choices" Seth Sorson aka " fablehaven " (my son's quote)

God could not have given this promise, except from love and grace; therefore it is quite certain his Word will be fulfilled.

... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

It is not sin that kills the soul, but impenitence.

A mother, after all, is your entry into the world. She is the shell in which you divide and become a life. Waking up in a world without her is like waking up in a world without sky: unimaginable.

I will go so far as to say probably smoking had something to do with my pancreatic cancer.

Nothing deflates so fast as a punctured reputation.