My discontent has accumulated over the past months, searching for a leak in the dam I’ve constructed to separate my true feelings from the situation closing in around me.

t may not be the life you imagined, but it’s your life. You came here for a reason. Is it time for you to go and begin again?

Cause and effect are rarely directly related. Justice has a mind of her own.

You earn brotherhood—the purest friendship, trust, love, whatever you want to call it—moment by moment through how you treat others.

Silence has built walls, walls that I attempt to break by pedaling faster, only to be imprisoned a hundred feet down the road.

I'm learning quickly, once you quit one thing, it gets easier and easier just to leave situations rather than deal with shit.

Questions from earlier circle like buzzards. Am I running away or moving forward?

The waves splash against my face, carrying a message: Welcome, you belong here.

To exist here, I’ll have to become skilled in saying no—an art in which I was once well accomplished, but one I no longer care to practice.

Nothing worse than someone who goes to the dance, is excited to dance, dances all night, and then complains all the next day about his feet being sore.

I never get used to the faces--wide-eyed and full of possibility--staring bad at me.

Spend the years of learning squanderingCourage for the years of wanderingThrough a world politely turningFrom the loutishness of learning.

Dreams, just dreams, it's all illusion

Because it was natural, could he not see that it was marvelous? Poor creature!

I don't think that architecture is only about shelter, is only about a very simple enclosure. It should be able to excite you, to calm you, to make you think.

Thinking rationally is often different from "positive thinking," in that it is a realistic assessment of the situation, with a view towards rectifying the problem if possible.

Any art which can be subjected to an analytical process is, by this very fact, removed from the possibility of being art.

Bjork, I'd love to do something with her. I'd love to do some sort of crazy orchestral choir thing with her.

Some members of Congress now are complaining they are underpaid. They want to propose a pay raise. You can't blame them. A lot of them took a big income hit when Enron folded.

We are born to love, as we are born to breathe and eat and drink.

Practice is not a matter of years and months. It is a matter of concentration.