I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.

I, myself, often wished to be spared the expectation of better days ahead or such.

I slept for over a full day, as you know, but I won’t say I rested.

I FELL DEEP down in there, until this bright light raised me from sleep. Coming out of a pit such as that, you think the bright light could be God or a cop on patrol.

Real life seeks the gentle slopes at the back of Mount Improbable, while creationists are blind to all but the daunting precipice at the front.

There are often two sets of goals in life: those that we establish, and those that really matter.

Stay gold Ponyboy. Stay gold.--Johnny quoting Robert Frost

I never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the sadness, Now what used to be a happy home done turned into some bad sh!t

Casey Blake (a former Minnesota Twin, now with the Indians) is a good friend of mine, I'd like to see the Indians win.

In the act of giving lies the expression of my aliveness.

Maybe I could have loved you better. Maybe you should have loved me more. Maybe our hearts were just next in line. Maybe everything breaks sometime.

Sade's stuff is real deceptive. She's got stuff about prostitutes, poverty and people on the streets.

I have 8-year-old twins, and I want them to grow up in a world where they can be anyone they want without any shame, without holding back, without being judged for it.

Their rage supplies them with weapons.