But we danced, under wigs and between unfinished walls, through broken promises and around empty cupboards.

Pain is never added to pain. It multiplies.

Somebody dies and people eat your food. Funny how that works.

In the middle of a crazy and drunk life, you have to hang onto the good and sober moments tightly.

Poetry = Anger x Imagination

And believe me, a good piece of chicken can make anybody believe in the existence of God.

If you teach kids how to tell stories, they have a better chance at everything.