One more year and I will be closer to wherever I'm going.

I'm all alone, fuming at myself, waving a great flagof failure.

Stella scribbledin thick black textaacross half the pagesof my best storybook, filled with people who venturedwhere their hearts took them.Beautiful worlds beyond mine.

The true test is wonwhen being togetherwithout saying a wordis everything.

There're three reasonspeople get away from here:gone good, gone bad orgone dead.

I'm justthe reason they married.Mum saysI was a surprise.Dad saysI was an accident.Truth is ...I am their mistake.

Then she smiles, like it'sthe first time she's seen sunafter a decade of winters.

Growing up changes morethan playground gamesand body shapes.

I want out of this place.With no reminders."It stings -sulphur tearsin cinnamon rain.

Instead, she's as stillas a leaf-littered pond, dark water evaporating, waiting desperately for rain.

i miss my brother likethe sea would miss saltif that were taken away.

The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose.

I was afraid of the internet... because I couldn't type.

Inviting audiences to open up and hear things differently is an important part of what I do. But I still love to sing songs with words, too.

We have much to do together. Let us do it in wisdom and love and joy. Let us make this the human experience.

It's okay if it takes two or three years for something really good to come along, but I don't want to wait ten years for something great to come along.

The fool is often oblivious of his own gaucherie.

I would like to provoke ambiguous responses in my readers.

You can talk to a fade but a hook won't listen.

I used to work in a record store. I'm kind of a record nerd.

Those few days after Kent State were among the darkest of my presidency.