Ultimately not one amongst usWill 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.

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

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.

Faithfulness in small things leads to faithfulness in great things, and never the other way around.

The overwhelming pressure of mediocrity sluggish and indomitable as a glacier will mitigate the most violent and depress the most exalted revolution.

Truth is born into this world only with pangs and tribulations, and every fresh truth is received unwillingly.

I'm the most communal person that exists and a very solitary person. So I think writing is a form of getting to the community and being alone, and it's the best of both possible worlds.

The old is dying and the new cannot be born. In this interregnum there arises a great diversity of morbid symptoms.

Motivation comes from effort.

Globalization is a form of totalitarianism... It is the rich who rule, and the poor live as they can.

Just as nature abhors a vacuum, humans resist change. Change will occur; vacuums will be filled.

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

I didn't have a rigidly enforced religious parental pressure, but I did have a few years in my mid-teens of turning to religion, and it was very meaningful to me.