You know things are moving. You're changing, you fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we waiting for?

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

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.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

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.

My favorite songs change every year.

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.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

The quickest way to experiencing the peace inside, is to learn to recognize when I am not at peace.

Money may not be able to buy her love but it will definitely make her pay attention.

THE QUESTION IS, OF COURSE, IS IT GOING TO BE POSSIBLE TO AMALGAMATE EVERYTHING, AND MERELY DISCOVER THAT THIS WORLD REPRESENTS DIFFERENT ASPECTS OF ONE THING?

Brave men are all vertebrates they have their softness on the surface and their toughness in the middle.

The regular things in my life now - training sessions and playing matches - will all fall away. That will leave a big empty space and it will need to be filled.

Dwelling on negative thoughts is like fertilizing weeds.

What we already know frames what we see, and what we see frames what we understand.

I don't have one track that I consider better than the next because all I'm trying to do is still grow as an artist.

Power kills, absolute power kills absolutely.

The least of the work of learning is done in classrooms.