If you think about someone you've loved and lost, you are already with them. The rest is just details.

When they laugh, it sounds like confetti.

I give myself to adjectives body and soul, I die with pleasure for them.

Once again, my hero. And here I’m supposed to be the one saving him.

I was pissed that I couldn’t go out and celebrate like someone turning twenty-one typically would, so I wore black hair to show my family just how pissed off I was.

It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.

Every daring attempt to make a great change in existing conditions, every lofty vision of new possibilities for the human race, has been labeled Utopian.

When you objectify a person living with dementia, you dehumanize them. Once dehumanized, the person becomes a villain.

I'm thinking of a presidential bid; currently indexing and cross-referencing everyone I've tweeted my junk to. 8x10s available.

I just want my kids to see that when you serve and put other people first and invest in other people it will come back!

I'd just like to inspire people to be themselves and do what they want and not conform to the rigid guidelines of the music or entertainment business.

I'm going to quit writing.