Oh, Irrylath, Irrylath, we squaundered our two years together.

‎You can safely assume you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.

For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...

We're all guilty of dedicating time to people who didn't value it.

It was so cold today that I saw a dog chasing a cat, and the dog was walking.

Your art kind of changes as you get older, by nature of the fact that you're hopefully gaining wisdom and you're starting to watch things with a better overview.

In the beginning I pushed toward perfection, but it takes time to get to certain places.

Fanciful spiritualizing, so far from yielding God's meaning, actually obscured it. The literal sense is itself the spiritual sense, coming from God and leading to Him.

Change is uncomfortable. Write that down.

I think the older I get the more creative I get, I don't have the distractions that I had when I was younger.

Great is not great to the greater.