It's a shame publishers send rejection slips. Writers should get something more substantial than a slip that amounts to a pile of confetti. Publishers should send something heavier. Editors should send out rejection bricks, so at the end of a lot of years, you would have something to show besides a wheelbarrow of rejection slips. Instead you could have enough bricks to build a house.

Angels and crows passed each other, one leaving, the other coming.

Nobody knows who said it first, but somebody must have: 'Kid's gotta be a maniac.

Why fit in when you're born to stand out?

I’m erased. I’m gone. I’m nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl…. And… I see. I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I’m not outside my world anymore, and I’m not really inside it either. The thing is, there’s no difference between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain. I like that most of all, being rain.

Friendship isn't always sunnyside up.

If we are destined to be together again, be happy to know you’ll be getting the real me, not some blubbering half me.