To live meant feeding my former self to my current self.

The words he said, too, must be human enough to bleed.

A poet could kill the dead.

Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.

I’ve learned to fall like the BJJ player, to protect the body through controlling the distribution of force by slapping the mat with hands open. With hands open. Hands open. Open. O Pen.

Stories do not change, only the lives they live in do.

Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.

If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.

It’s cool when fashion recycles itself, it’s not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction.

Fights begin and end with handshakes.

How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?

What writing means to me?-Releasing my wolves...(Natasa Alina Culea)

What starts out as an intrusive thought can turn into an overwhelming concept if we "feed" it with more negative thinking. From the book: Removing Your Shame Label.

Music really is our daily medicine.

By means of shrewd lies, unremittingly repeated, it is possible to make people believe that heaven is hell - and hell heaven. The greater the lie, the more readily it will be believed.

Suits are looked at more now as a business thing which is kind of a shame. If you're not wearing it just for work, you should try and trick it up a bit.

It is funny the things that run through your mind when you're sitting in your underpants in front of a pair of strangers.

Innocence does not find near so much protection as guilt.

I've always been one to take chances and I've always been one to, to create or follow through with instincts.

I don't know the American photographers as well, but I admit I love Ansel Adams. His landscapes are so crisp.

My working history as an actor is definitely in the theatre; it certainly was in Australia.