You see heaven isn't some place that we go to when we die. It's that split second in life where you actually feel alive, and until the end of time, we chase the memory of that, hoping the future holds something better than the past.

The world is divided between peasants and kings, but the truth is everybody's looking for the same thing.

No one really knows exactly what happens when we think, Therefore we can never really ever know anything...

I like that Sleepy Brown guy who's down with Andre. He's so great.

Poets play with words to keep themselves sane

I think of the world when I hurt, and keep on existing in the now

Time taught me how to see every second as heaven, even though they're perfectly disguised as hell.