No one human being knows the full truth about another human being. Not even one's nearest and dearest.

I mean that if you are not absolutely sure of a thing, it is so difficult to commit yourself to a definite course of action.

Living alone, with no one to consult or talk to, one might easily become melodramatic, and imagine things which had no foundation on fact.

For, once there's a death, one doesn't like to think there's been harsh words spoken and no chance of taking them back.

One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking -- a detour, an error.

I know what ails you.

I see you brought along your violent little girlfriend. What a nice surprise!" - Saint Dane (The Reality Bug)

PAIN, n. An uncomfortable frame of mind that may have a physical basis in something that is being done to the body, or may be purely mental, caused by the good fortune of another.

Which is worse, hell or nothing?

Within neoliberal narratives, the message is clear: Buy/ sell/ or be punished.

Animals are a continuous source of inspiration and wonder to me. I would love to play a dog.

In all honesty, we never tried to get the number-one song anywhere anyway.

All you need is a [insert plant], some [insert stick / rock / animal feces], and a good multitool.

In a word, poetry can not exist without emotion, or, if you will, without a movement of the soul which regulates the words.