I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. It's bad news. The worst. It's sharp sticks and cherry bombs. When hope shows up, it's only a matter of time until someone gets hurt.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

Stop yelling. If everyone’s yelling, no one can be heard.

He who cannot endure the bad will not live to see the good.

For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.