Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink.

We got him to talk to a psych doctor once, the doctor asked if he heard things other people don't. Sure, Paul answered, I hear birds in the morning when everyone's sleeping, I hear trees rustling when no one's around.

Read as much as you can. Write only when you feel the inner need to do so. And don’t ever rush into print.

Perhaps everyone has a story that could break your heart.

Change is one of the only constants in Buddhism; as meditation became the way I breathed in the days, this became apparent.

inside us, a flower taken whole, a field built inside.

I can weep pretty easily. I can get tears in my eyes from a beautiful work of art.