She was intelligent enough to realize that her excitement was childish, but not mature enough to care.

Art is something you choose to make... it's a bringing together of... of everything around you into something that makes you more human, more khepri, whatever. More of a person.

A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul.

The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.

Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.

Arrogance based on relentless denial of faults eventually makes a person weary.

We must not build up ourselves at the expense of others.

We're authors. We're more than a little unstable.

They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

This planet is a wonderful place, but a vulnerable place.

The next MVP of the Super Bowl is just as likely to have been a full-time grocery store bagger last year as a Heisman Trophy winner.

Life is an unfoldment, and the further we travel the more truth we can comprehend.

I want you to recognize that I'm a proud monkey...

Pain is as common as skin, we all experience it. It unites us all. Fortunately, that's not the whole story.