Come on, you Do you want to live forever?

There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.

Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it until the test comes.

I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

And those who say, "I'll try anything once," often try nothing twice, three times, arriving late at the gate of dreams worth dying for.

What if they gave a war and nobody came?