I've never met another man I'd rather be.

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.

as the spirit wanes the form appears

and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.