We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.

...words can help us to see what is graceful or human where lovelines and humanity seem to fail...

If I don't get off the mat I'll lose the fight.

I think human arrogance will be the demise of civilization.

The problem with being passionately in love ... is that it deprives you of too much sleep.

It's all kinds of these profound things crashing on you when your child arrives into the world. It's like you've met your reason to live.

In the New Year, you carry all the experiences of the past years and that is the greatest power of every New Year! This year again, you are less student and more master!

Hillary Clinton was personally presiding over the dissolution of moral authority - particularly applied to presidents - because she looked the other way, because she tolerated it.

I see things, that's all. Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.

In delay there lies no plenty.

but, in reality, there is no such thing as an exact science.