I think there's a danger, for me at least, in retreating and going inward and depression. I have to stay diligent against that tendency.

I'm kind of like, "never say never."

We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul.

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.

Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happening.

It's hard to get people to focus on one idea.

i keep drinking the ink from my pen and i'm balancing history books up on my head but it all boils down to one quotable phrase if you love something give it away