I learned many great lessons from my father, not the least of which, was that you can fail at what you don't want so you might as well take a chance on doing what you love

I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. You seem to prefer the latter.

As far as I can tell, it's just about letting the universe know what you want and then working toward it while letting go of how it comes to pass.

I have no limits! I cannot be contained because I'm the container.

Well this is just a fist. But when I start throwing it around I can leave one hell of a mess.

It is better to risk starving to death then surrender. If you give up on your dreams, what's left?

The only thing that has ever consumed me is love from time to time. Feeling like, 'What is it? How do I get it?'