Every time you empty your vessel of that energy, fresh new energy comes flooding in.

Every true artist is at war with the world.

Just the kind of girl I liked—the weirdo in the bunch.

When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn't otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought.

When I looked into her eyes, I saw an invisible spirit of something that I already loved.

Music itself was color-blind but the media and the radio stations segregate it based on their perceptions of the artists.

I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.

Give her the continent and she wanted the hemisphere.

When you realize that there's a name and a description for this condition that you thought was insanity, you've identified the problem, and now you can do something about it.

My work was done, so it was time to start digging my grave again.

I stopped hating and started just being. My whole life, I had been the most defensive person you'd meet, unable to tolerate any criticism. But now I started listening and being.

When we share intelligence, wealth, or love, we grow.

Darkness gathered there, smothering out the sunlight. As the fleet headed towards it, it threatened to smother them too.

The more desperate you are to reach heaven, the deeper you descend into hell.

I have only been working in the office for a few months, but I already have a development plan and had the opportunity to job shadow someone in a role that is of interest to me.

I've been choking to death for years. By now this should be easy.

I hate photographs abstractly, because they have given me more ideas perversely and immovably wrong, than I ever should get by imagination.

You could spend every waking moment online and still only experience one-trillionth of what's out there. I find that a little overwhelming.

Our youth and manhood are due to our country, but our declining years are due to ourselves.

When a man tells me God hath spoken in a dream, I know he dreamt that God spoke to him.

I have always been a sucker for the big, upbeat chorus.