Isn't it interesting what a stranger can offer? A little wisdom, a little mercy, a little love.

Last year when my grandma fell and broke her hip she couldn't paint her toenails anymore. So my grandpa started doing it for her, even after he fell and broke his hip, too. For me, that's love.

I know someone loves me from how they say my name. Like with my mom and dad, when they say "Benjamin" it's like my name is safe in their mouth.

We are born, we live, we disappear. One of the chilling aspects of history is the swiftness with which it carries us into oblivion.

Where loyalty bound creatures together, they became something larger, something new and whole and inexplicable.

.....if he’s not man enough to stand up to your father, and take the crap he has to dish out, then he’s not good enough to be with you.

Knowledge is not a passion from without the mind, but an active exertion of the inward strength, vigor and power of the mind, displaying itself from within.

All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below

The future is embedded in the present.

I learned long ago to accept the fact that not everything I create will see the light of day.

I love the freedom that the narrative form provides.

The desire for true happiness is nothing to feel ashamed about.