Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages.

You want happy endings, read cookbooks.

Hark, dumbass, the error is not to fall but to fall from no height. Don't fall off a curb, fall off a cliff.

Go down any road far enough and you'll come to a slaughterhouse, but keep going and you'll reach the sea.

Just because a thing can't be done doesn't mean it can't be did. We all look into mirrors and see phantoms. Our error is our Eros. Why is there something instead of nothing? The answer is reckless and surreal.

There are no ordinary feelings. Just as there are no ordinary spring days or kicked over cans of paint.

but nothing can be taken back, not the leaves by the trees, the rain by the clouds. You want to take back the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel remains in the wound, some mud.