My blood makes noise. And I’m saying this now, because I have a strange gut feeling that it will be silenced someday soon.

In the movies, God is an actor just like everyone else.

I haven’t felt the full weightof the world on my shoulders, and I haven’t experienceda fraction of the painand embarrassment I’ve put out into this great bigwhite world.

I think of drug dealers like I think of my father— never really there when you want them to be.

A drop in the bucket, a tear in the ocean, you’ve been treading cold water, memorizing the motion just to stay afloat.

And I guess at the end of the day, you’re just amazed that I can still stand, and I’m just amazed that I can stand still.

It’s so hard not to be fascinated by the broken, to remember that a boy with a sad smile and a pretty face is not the boy that you should fall in love with.

You burn bright and you burn hard, like a fire in a dumpster, and nobody is so worriedabout you burning as they are worried about the fire spreading.

You are only as deepas the ashtrays you use. You only stick around because you like the abuse.

I’m a lot like you, and you’re a lot like me.It’s sad to say, and it’s sad to see.

It isn’t easy, ” is easy to say and sometimes I think that the only thing we can dois say really easy things to each other.

NEVER LIVE A LIE BECAUSE"THEY"WON'T ACCEPT YOUR TRUTH!

Dear YOU, don’t compare yourself to ANYONE. Your Unique Self is empowered, powerful, and unstoppable! Your uniqueness is what makes you incomparable! Don’t underestimate the beauty of just being YOU.

The blame game is already a lost game, so don't attempt dressing up to play it!

A good poet is someone who manages in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms to be struck by lightning five or six times.

Marriage can be a magnificent lesson in becoming our best selves that is true.

The hardest thing for me is planning ahead. My mom was brilliant at it.

You can be a singer, and you can be a guitar player, but putting them together is another animal.

My heart rebels against any foreigner imposing on my country the peace which is here called Pax-Britannica.

Existence does not listen to your desires, and does not follow your desires, however beautiful and however pious. Existence goes on in its own way.

But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.