The worstis when people - knowingly or not -carry prison inside thems

My head bows before the thing you mention.But my heart doesn't speak that lan

Most animals are like people-and like good people

The strangest of our powersIs the courage to liveKnowing that we will die, Knowing nothing more

The beeches deep in snow, I walk the dark woodsIn sorrow, sorrow.Your hand, where is your

I like the sound of rain more than my

Never mind the stillness -the deep sleeps to

I can't promise to becalm, dignified, and indifferent, like a rock by the sea...If my heart's going to break, let it break from anger, grief, or

The cloth cap on my headdoesn't tellwhat's in it.

Haven't you ever thought of livingunconsciously like bears, sniffing the earth, close to pears and the mossy dark, far from human voices and

ASSERT -Always Stand Strong, Evoking Respect Tacitly

To love the truth is to refuse to let oneself be saddened by it.

Did he dare trust this insane boy?

The longing for light is the longing for consciousness.

I always talk about the reporters that grovel when they wanna write something that you wanna hear but not necessarily millions of people wanna hear or have to hear.

Some people feel fulfillment from a bitter end - it gives them some sort of sense of reality. But, when you're dealing with reality, I feel like films should discover the part that is happy.

Feeling free, let us fly, into the boundless, beyond the sky, for we were born to never die.

You've got a million ways to make me laugh

There are rhythms in the world waiting for words to be written to them.

I grew up skateboarding, but I don't even do that anymore.