Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.

I tuck caution into my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I need to.

My words wear no parachutes as they fall out of my mouth.

A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.

Hope in this world bleeds out of the barrel of a gun.

I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.