If snowflakes are like people, how is anyone lucky enough to find anyone in this world.

Maybe we were too broken to put back together. Maybe we’d been too broken to ever put together in the first place.

I plunged into him, kissing him like I was flame and he was wood, our tongues igniting

Beware of desp'rate steps the darkest day lived till tomorrow will have pass'd away.

Strange as it may seem, wrote Richard Feynman, we understand the distribution of matter in the interior of the Sun far better than we understand the interior of the Earth.

Be an encourager. The world has plenty of critics already.

The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?

Some of my best friends never agree with me politically.

We should expect the best and the worst from mankind as from the weather.

...he who goes down to the grave does not return.

Man is not what he believes himself to be in his conscious decisions.

All great masters, in their work, seek that profound void within color and outside time.

I try not to discriminate against genres.