My dear girl, is it that you are so lonely that you had to create this?

Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.

Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.

Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen.

Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don't cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don't poison everything...

You must work for grace and favor to work for you.

We want a crowd to make us feel important and liked. But why is getting a crowd our focus? Jesus never suggested that crowds were the goal. He never addresses getting your church to grow. Never.

As a reader, I tend not to get too much from tales of unrelenting grimness.

You either have faith or fear, not both. Things, they think, generate fear. The more things you have, the more you have to fear. Eventually you are living your life for things.

In the struggle for human rights and justice, Negros will make a mistake if they become bitter and indulge in hate campaigns.

Hip-hop is too young to put a definition on it

In these silences something may rise

No one could be still like Edward.

It's a juggling act. Every time I get going on the album stuff or being musical, acting kicks in and I book a job. It comes down to a money thing.