Fear only has as much power as we give it space.
The real desk isn't one with four legs and a filing cabinet. It's the space of time that you stake out every day and the will with which you defend it.
I'm singing for the love of it/Have mercy on the man who sings to be adored.
Around mile 20 I was feeling so good, I wanted to kiss everyone.
I do think that there's art that is tortured, but I prefer art that has the joy in it.
Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied.