This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.

Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.

Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting.

What miracle is this? This giant tree. It stands ten thousand feet high But doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands. Its roots must hold the sky.

Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.

The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.