Obligations, hatreds, injuries; what did I expect my memories to be? I was forgetting remorse. Now I have a complete past.
Death has to be waiting at the end of the ride before you truly see the earth, and feel your heart, and love the world.
The object of art is to give life shape.
Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.
Saintliness is also a temptation.
There will always be a lost dog somewhere that will keep me from being happy.