Psychiatry is a dirty mirror.

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.

I and my silences keep talking to each other.

I survived my childhood by birthing many separate identities to stand in for one another in times of great stress and fear.

I have the loving support of my girlfriend who still attends Wake Forest and is nearing graduation. She helps me cope with the everyday rigors of being an NBA player.

Global warming, you don't win it. It's this weird steady-state issue that's going to be with us for a few thousand years.

There is nothing respecting which a man may be so long unconscious as of the extent and strength of his prejudices.

The Ideal Consumer is someone who is constantly dissatisfies, constanly needs more and more products in order to feel better.

Consistent physical structures can allow unbounded intuitive clarity.

The success of a leader will rise or fall on the decisions that he or she makes about the people around him or her.

Well, some people die and then they sell more records, go figure.

Encased in talent like a uniform, The rank of every poet is well known; They can amaze us like a thunderstorm, Or die so young, or live for years alone.