Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems.Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

I cannot believe the path to victory lies in staining our souls so black we become indistinguishable from those we fight.

Little by little the agents have taken over the world. They don't do anything, they don't make anything, they just stand and take their cut.

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching.

Almost any event will put on a new face when received with cheerful acceptance.

I like actors that are good with pantomime and that can transmit a lot by their presence and attitude more than through their dialogue.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

We live in a time of instant everything, courtesy of the electronic highway. It creates a community of toddlers. When they don't get immediate gratification, they get petulant and sulky.

No one welcomes chaos, but why crave stability and predictability?

I'm okay with standing in my way and in turn allowing it to impede my progress, but I'm okay with the struggle of overcoming obstacles despite myself.

You feel yourself working to show something. I've learned to distrust that feeling.