Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that.

Tell me what’s the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn’t know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope

This morning I suddenly catch myself: I'm not there, I'm so lost in thought, I don't know what's going on around me. Can you think yourself to death?

Even a painful longing is some form of presence.

My poems are more my silence than my speech. Just as music is a kind of quiet. Sounds are needed only to unveil the various layers of silence.

I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being.

Poetry is a presentiment of the truth.

We cling to words like drowning men to straws. But still we drown, we drown.

I’m moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that’s how we really are.

I returned to confirm there can be no return.

I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that’s all.

Stand alone when it is to your benefit, with others when it is to your advantage, and with everyone when it is to your empowerment.

The strongest man survives himself.

Storytelling can save you. Both the telling and the listening.

Form follows function.

Come on guys, you cant fight like this forever" "Actually," Simon said, raising his hand,"I can". Jace made a weird noise and I realized he was trying not to laugh-which by the way, wasn't working.

He stands up for himself. He's a fighter. That's who my father is.

You're probably gonna find this hard to believe, but I was sort of weird when I was a kid." Salvatore "Sally" Sweet

I definitely feel Russian inside, even when I'm in America I feel Russian.

I do not have any pets. We travel too much.

Animal Rights is now the greatest Social Justice issue since the abolition of slavery.