Pain whispersthrough silent wordsentombed in scarsshyly palpablein fleeting glimpsesbriefly allowed

The true instrument is that, with the help of which, the egoism and my-ness goes away.

The horizon is the fine line between golden hour and blue hour.

Bill Russell was my favorite player of all-time.

The actual God of many Americans... is simply the current of American life.

Loss of sincerity is loss of vital power.

Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.

I love Tokio Hotel and their music, their makeup, their hairstyles and their subtlety.

The softest things in the world overcome the hardest things in the world. Through this I know the advantage of taking no action.

The language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired.

I could not extrapolate some emotion from any song after 1997 so I bought a drum machine and popped pills. The pink ones make me funny like elephants!