lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the voice.

The only thing I know about me is that it is you.

The edge of the sea masks a clock that marks the waves.

Loving you is kissing the night, exposing the scars, words in flames, for every drop and for every life.

being is one day and a million nights. the blood on the glass, blood lust with the sun holding. the universe beats for the lost and found. with you.

i like your embraces because the vertigo smells like the sun.

he hates skiing but he loves the mountains and like that with everything.

And the game of dominoes is much like life: You gotta play the bones you’ve pulled. It don’t matter if you got seven doubles in your damn hand.

Things are fragile, but we're all being carried and I think we're all on our path in that sense. As fragile as things are, we're still getting there.

There's plenty of room for everyone in the world. Enough money, riches, and beauty for all to share. God has made enought for everyone, so let us all begin then by sharing it fairly.

I kind of call myself an atheist, I suppose - although quite a spiritual atheist, I hope.

All of us are living with dogmas that we accept as truths. When one of these is overturned, there's an initial gasp, soon followed by a rush of exhilaration.

When our hatred is too alive puts us below what we hate.

I can't speak for all women, but I do think that... I mean, me and my girlfriends, we definitely... we're in crisis on a continuous basis...or at least monthly, for sure, I don't know.

Misunderstanding must be nakedly exposed before true understanding can begin to flourish.

Talk that does not end in any kind of action is better suppressed altogether.

What I've been saying to people is that I write it.