I have very little patience for teachers who teach their students things that are wrong.

You may be wondering why there are words on my hands. That's because I'm a dork. And I'm gonna choose not to explain myself.

Think of people as people, not problems that need to be solved.

I'm also pretty impressive when I'm shoving the neck of a lute into someone's chest cavity.

‎Sometimes I feel like when someone asks me if I believe in God, it's like a blind person asking if I'm black, so that they can put me in the right category.

So you go on and on, with this intellectual fly down, your underwear exposed, and toilette paper hanging out the back of your pants.

When I think of the value that i appreciate and the value that I create, what matters to me most is how much I love people, and how much the people that I love love me.