Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.

Sense how Even the smooth stones ache With stories of their own In the shuddering light of day.

The searing light of morning Asks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

Be brave enough to never yearn For that you cannot hold close In your heart forever. Tread lightly, cherish compassion And live in the moment without fear.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

Sublime moments refracted, Even if only for seconds, Caught forever in your soul.

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

Everyday can be extraordinary And ripe, Like a flower burst, If the will is there.

After all those neurochemicals are drained out, it takes a while for them to replenish so on the back end of flow state...I can barely string sentences together. I become stupid.

Be real. Be authentic. Be yourself, whatever the emotional cost. Pain goes away, while regret over a life lived trying to be a plastic version of yourself does not.

I think when you come to Australia you immediately get the sense of fitness and taking care of yourself and being healthy, and it really shows.

Nothing means more to me than helping my team win.

Finances completely determine what we can do and how quickly we can move.

Hot lead can be almost as effective coming from a linotype as from a firearm.

Age is something that doesn't matter unless you're a cheese

Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float.

The low-grade plagiarism of popularity will never lead you to true contentment.

You mortals are like fish swimming in a globe of glass. That globe is your world. You do not see beyond it.