It's just amazing how hard it is for people to change, even when amazing things happen. It almost reinforces who you are instead of making you change.

I saw doves and I thought they were rocks, but they were asleep. My breath made them stir, and they rocks took flight, the earth exploding... and my only thought was that I wanted you to see them, too.

Clowns drink to blot out the ravages of terrifying children for a living.

I mean five thousand years ago people emerge out of nowhere -sproing!- with brains and everything and begin wrecking the planet. You'd think we'd give the issue a little more thought than we do.

just then a bee bumbled above us and stole our attention the way flying things can

How can we be alive and not wonder about the stories we knit together this place we call the world? Without stories our universe is merely rocks and clouds and lava and blackness. It's a village scraped raw by warm waters leaving not a trace of what existed before.

Below a certain point, if you keep too quiet, people no longer see you as thoughtful or deep; they simply forget you.