It’s voyeuristic the way you searchfor answers in these cries for help, and how you see Death’s fingersbut always think they’re paintbrushes.

I felt happier yesterday. I do not feel happy today – I feelabandoned and godless and brokenin a church built for the damnedwith artificial light through stained glassand warped wooden doors.

When I wake from my nightmaresI’m more afraid of the breath in my lungs than whatever might be chasing me.

I want her sinful arms wrapped around me, bloodied and angry and triumphant in shame.

You have constellationsgrowing under your skin.starlight in the blood spilledwhen they stole your feathers

In my mind he is a demon and a godand I blame him, I blame him, I blame himfor the world I created on my ownas much as the one he built around me.

Telling the truth may cause a few seconds of pain, but there's no medicine that can manage the pain of keeping lies.

A universal truth of bicycling is this - pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.

Last year, Yoshino, I walked away bending branchesTo point me to blossoms--Which now are everywhere and I canGo where I've never been before.

Going back to something is harder than you think."I don't suppose I could have broken my mother's heart any more if I tried.

And most importantly, the next time someone asks you "Who are you?" you must answer in this simple way, with sincerity and conviction: "I am an Earth Citizen

Humor must not professedly teach and it must not professedly preach, but it must do both if it would live forever.

Actively seek out and listen carefully to negative feedback.

The body IS a miracle, after all.

Happiness is having a dream you cannot let go of and a partner who would never ask you to.

In a day, when you don't come across any problems - you can be sure that you are travelling in a wrong path