Time is a machine: it will convert your pain into experience... It will force you to move on and you will not have a choice in the matter.

If I could be half the person my dog is, I'd be twice the human I am.

You want to tell a story? Grow a heart. Grow two. Now, with the second heart, smash the first one into bits.

I don't know how, or whether it is even possible to predict what the world will look like the next day. I simply have to close my eyes, and wait until tomorrow in order to find out.

At some point in your life, this statement will be true: tomorrow you will lose everything forever.

It's like all technology: either not powerful enough or too powerful. It will never do exactly what you want it to do.

Most people I know live their lives moving in a constant forward direction, the whole time looking backward.

I was headed for an entire life spent alone, pitying myself for not being more, ignoring all those people who actually ask me to be more, because they see it in me.

Enjoy the elastic present, which can accommodate as little or as much as you want to put in there. Stretch it out, live inside of it.

Desire is suffering. A simple equation, and a nice catchphrase. But flipped around, it is more troubling: suffering is desire.

Maybe we spend most of our decades being someone else, avoiding ourselves, maybe a man is only himself, his true self, for a few days in his entire life.

You can only manage to convince a person to admit to being wrong, not ignorant, arrogant, or stupid.

At midnight the wind in the tress can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.

Cuba has its own moral system and priorities. That's what keeps it going, the belief that the country can control its own destiny.

I don't write for Christians. I write for people. I write so that if a Christian hears my music, they're going to be encouraged because I'm writing from the Christian worldview.

The worse feeling is when someone makes you feel special, then suddenly leaves you hanging, and you have to act like you don't care at all.

How is the anxious soul of man befool'd in his desire, That thinks an hectic fever may be cool'd in flames of fire?

It hurts to much to be close to you, but continually pushed away.

I basically went out with any guy who asked me because hardly anyone ever asked me out.

I always feel vulnerable talking about the poetry aspect of my career because it's little diary entries that I need to sometimes close read, and to reveal that much, it's a bit nerve-racking.

I would like to employ more people but I don't want to empower my charities at the cost of exploiting people or doing things that are not useful, so I'm working on that.