I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.

There's no place on earth with more dumb girls per square foot than a college in California.

But every single damn thing matters! Only we don't realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don't realize that's a lie.

Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion, as some innocent souls believe, but to hide it.

I'd obviously never heard of the group, but my ignorance in literary matters is to blame for that (every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me).

The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.

In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.