Some of these kids just don't plain know how good they are: how smart and how much they have to say. You can tell them. You can shine that light on them, one human interaction at a time.

But that in any city, in any cluster of people, there a few people who are awake at this hour, who are both awake and dancing, and it’s here that we need to be.

We are all feeding from each other, all the time, every day.

I was feeling everything too much. Everything pulled at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools.

Humans are divided between those who can still look through the eyes of youth and those who cannot.

My mind, I know, I can prove, hovers on hummingbird wings. It hovers and it churns. And when it's operating at full thrust, the churning does not stop. The machines do not rest, the systems rarely cool. And while I can forget anything of any importance--this is why people tell me secrets--my mind has an uncanny knack for organization when it comes to pain. Nothing tormenting is ever lost, never even diminished in color or intensity or quality of sound.

Love is implicit in every connection. It should be. Thus when absent it makes us insane. (You Shall Know Our Velocity)