A life spent shaping a world I want Jackson to inherit, not one I fear Jackson shall inherit, this strikes me as a life worth the living.

By each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.

This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays; life insurance. Babies. Love’s a dictator.

There are so many cities in every single city.

As long as you can Houdini your way out of the Sisyphean constraints then originality happens.

Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.

We are both busy people, so let's cut the small talk.