You are not defined by your environment unless you allow yourself to be.

A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.

I may be permitted, kind reader, to doubt whether you have ever been enclosed in a glass bottle, unless some vivid dream has teased you with such magical mishaps.

I know he sees it, because for the briefest moment he drops his expressionless mask and the look in his eyes shows me he feels the same way. A mirror of every part of myself I can't bear to face.

Is it always like that?" I ask, breathless. “No, ” he says. “It's never like that.” I hear the wonder in his voice. And just like that, everything changes.

Darkness will come knocking. It will offer everything you never had. But its gift is just a cheap knockoff of something it cannot be. Never accept the hand of the Beast.

Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.

Common sense does not ask an impossible chessboard but takes the one before it and plays the game.

When you feel gratitude, you are the closest to the natural state you were born to live in.

I want another idea, another project, but you can't make them up. They show up.

Human beings exercise responsibilities within a social setting and a framework of obligations which transcend the principle of intelligence.