Dissociated, I follow this body in its reckless haste.

Some plant lips on Mother Earth in a display of gratitude.Meanwhile, she is kissing the soles of your feet, recognizing the one to be worshiped is you.

Allow the fear to keep you sensible but not to keep you still. If you're afraid of the dark then open your eyes, see that you are home.

Towards these weeks of rain I give effusive praise. Let me always be reminded that there is time for change.

How lucky I am to lose sleep over such a work of art.

In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on.

Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.

Leave the hush to those who love like apes because together, you and I make vulgar sounds like a fervent sojourn in paradise.

Doubt quit stopping by when I started staying out late, dancing in a flood of self assurance discovered when holding your hand.

I am foolish in the way distance makes me feel partial.

Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.

Because I hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes, talking with strangers, waiting in line. I'm through with these pills that make me sit still, are you feeling fine? Yes, I feel just fine.

If you stay passionate and committed, mediocrity will never be eager to befriend you.

When your mother and your father are having a fight, do you want them to kill each other? Or do you just want them tostop fighting?

So on one hand, honey is an amazingly sophisticated and efficient food source. On the other hand, it's bee backwash.

ABOYNE (vb.) To beat an expert at a game of skill by playing so appallingly that none of his clever tactics or strategies are of any use to him.

This digital world is completely fascinating to me.

In art, the best is good enough.

It is very unique. I think what happens in a big, major institution is coaches get wrapped up in their own little deals.

Knowing what is big and what is small is more important than being able to solve partial differential equations.

Life is not a finished product, it is only what we make of it, and if we make nothing of it, someone else will, and we will be his slave.