The earth's a door if you press your ear against it.

Words are very powerful and can lead anyone reading them or hearing them, into contemplation and insight. How the mind follows suit is rarely palpable or expected. This impact is not a matter of metaphysical effects nor of an unexplainable phenomenon. It’s simply part of being human.

Humans live in a pit of cheating, exploiting, hurting, incarcerating. Every time, the species wastes some part of what it could be. This waste is poisonous.

Lunatics are writers whose works write them.

Many children are natural fantasists, I think, perhaps because their imaginations have yet to be clobbered into submission by experience.

Music’s a wood you walk through.

These jokes the world plays, they're not funny at all.