Steven dreamed of you the very secondyou died(So the poem goes)and you may have visited himBut I'm pretty sure you don't believein poems

When walking alone in a jungle of true darkness, there are three things that can show you the way: instinct to survive, the knowledge of navigation, creative imagination. Without them, you are lost.

I was two years old when my mom put me in mommy and me classes. I always had a lot of energy so it was the perfect fit!

Flourishing is not a solo endeavor.

Even through your hardest days, remember we are all made of stardust.

You don't want to get worse at something.

Each man's death is fated from the beginning of time.

I have a large number of cassettes, but I look at them mainly for reference purposes.

We may convince others by our arguements, but we can only persuade them by their own

...if I know him and like him just a little bit more than I already do, our emotional connection will be too strong for me to ever go back to the way I was before him.

I was now prepared to accept any faith so long as it did not demand a direct denial of reason, which would have been a deceit.