i over love.i under love.i am either a floodor i am nothing.

the opening, the breaking, the falling apartis always so quick.the hurting, the healing, the putting back togetheris always too long.

i can't hold onto love.i'm not gentle enough.i always end upcrushing the thingin between my fingertips.

we get brave.we move.we believe.we keep going.

everything i know about loveis that it hurtsand is almost always never returnedthe way you want it to.but i have hopebecause i do not know everything.

you giver of light.you lover of love.you beautifulbeautifulhuman being you.

i am changingand i am loving change.

i am soft again.there is water and it surrounds me.there is feeling and i can feel it.i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavy with love.i am changingand i am loving change.

i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavywith love.

i feel everything.i do not know how to un-feeland to not feelis to stop the sun.

i took it off.i did not want to carry it with me anymore.

Thinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought.

Because she is too ugly to kiss goodbye.

I put every ounce of myself into my work, but also it's important that I don't miss every single wedding of my best friends.

Wise books For half the truths they hold are honored tombs.

We cannot reform our forefathers.

I'll put it to you this way: I never, ever think about the things that I get involved with on a macro means-to-an-ends scale.

People, human beings with all their creative diversity, are the makers of history.

For comic writers charge Socrates with making the worse appear the better reason.

Nope, I don't enjoy work generally. Not because I'm lazy; it's just all so stressful and worrying.

And it was strange, I thought, that sorrow lasts and can make a man look forward to death, but the mood of victory fills a moment and then is over