My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

The arts especially address the idea of aesthetic experience. An aesthetic experience is one in which your senses are operating at their peak

I definitely knew how to fly. That's something you don't forget. One spaceship is pretty much like another when it comes to flying.

The status quo is simply unacceptable.

I don't have any well-developed philosophy about journalism. Ultimately it is important in a society like this, so people can know about everything that goes wrong.

Sleep is an eight-hour peep show of infantile erotica.

Nature's message is clear: we can't keep doing what we're doing now.

It was from this experience came his oft-repeated belief that every man has but one destiny.

Most of us live in a world that has ceased to exist.

Business and human endeavors are systems...we tend to focus on snapshots of isolated parts of the system. And wonder why our deepest problems never get solved.

What difference is there in the color of the soul?