I say let me never be complete, I say may I never be content,I say deliver me from Swedish furniture, I say deliver me from clever arts, I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth,I say you have to give up! I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may!

I'm not sure what we're running from. Nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up. Getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if running we won't have to get on with our lives.

I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.

Anything you can aquire is only another thing you'll lose.

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything.