The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.

I write about what I know; and I write about things that are new to me, and that I didn't know before.

Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

We have to admire the world for not ending on us.

It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

Literature can remind us that not all life is already written down: there are still so many stories to be told.

Christians today who view the Bible as God's unadulterated and inerrant word are rightly labeled fundamentalists, while Muslims who think the same of the Qur'an are simply considered Muslims.

In this sublime hour, therefore, He calls all His children to the pulpit of the Cross, and every word He says to them is set down for the purpose of an eternal publication and an undying consolation.

Putting good energy into your body and raising your serotonin will lead to a positive mood, exuding a more attractive glow.

The old culture had come out of poverty, out of English customs.

The arts have always been in and around my life.

It is easier to act yourself into a new way of feeling than to feel yourself into a new way of acting.

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.

Creating without claiming, Doing without taking credit, Guiding without interfering, This is Primal Virtue.

All I am is what I create. It's my blessing to share with the world.

Ozorne, my precious, where are you? - Rikash Moonsword