People don't make good Anchors, though, Craig. They change.

its hard to talk when you want to kill yourself

That's all I can do. I'll keep at it and hope it gets better.

So why am I depressed? That's the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don't know either. All I know is the chronology.

I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?

I'm done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed.

I don't know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.

She doesn't want to end up like me. At least I'm giving someone an example not to follow.

Sometimes when you open a book, time stops.

I wanted to tell people, "My depression is acting up today" as an excuse for not seeing them, but I never managed to pull it off.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.

When you are ready, every door will open automatically for you.

Destiny is like a Horizon, You reach one and find that you are yet to reach one...

Falsehoods, rob the good in the hood, of the good wood. The good wood, that the good in the hood are descended from, is their birthright.

I am made of words. When you cut me, I bleed sentences. When you read me, I speak to your soul.

You were made to soar, to crash to earth, then to rise and soar again.

It's when I am fully conscious that I ask questions.

I have a really strong suspicion of the romantic nature of portraiture, the idea that you're telling some essential truth about the interior lives of your subject.

I was surprised at her gentleness, her willingness to give in.

I don't agree with the idea that my characters are unlikeable.

As you continue writing and rewriting, you begin to see possibilities you hadn't seen before. Writing a poem is always a process of discovery.