Winter is ruthless and sometimes sullen and murderous. The wild winter North has gulped ten thousand summers down nor left a froth of sunshine on its lips.

Winter's notion of poetry is tragedy. It knows nothing of comedy. Its laughter was frozen on its lips long ago.

Winter is not an end. It is in transit. It is headed to bankruptcy. The sheriff will sell its stock for what he can get and an ice man will be the only bidder at the sale.

Contemplation in life is more important than bullshit. So enjoy Silence.

Perhaps there's an innate human emotion inside us all that when we are presented with something we don't understand, we immediately want to kill it.

My father looked on in disbelief, overwhelmed that his son had been taught to eat glass and relish it.

I work out every day - and my daily routine is a mix of functional and strength training.

Whatever I'm doing, I'm in that moment and I'm doing it. The rest of the world's lost. If I'm cooking some food or making soup, I want it to be lovely. If not, what's the point of doing it?

I imagine there's a market for total depression. I grew up on George Jones and that really dark stuff.

If you're feeling low, don't despair. The sun has a sinking spell every night, but it comes back up every morning.

It is a good maxim to trust a person entirely or not at all.

It may not be easy, life isn't easy, but dreams keep you alive.

A big book is like a serious relationship; it requires a commitment.