We look at your eyes. The eyes carry the wounds. The eyes know damage. Damaged people recognize other damaged people, and we let you in. We are kindred. - Broken Places

You used words, discarding them meaninglessly, without thinking, whereas I thought they held meaning. I found what you will never see: that my love resides on the other side of words. - Broken Places

Writers are always alone, even in a room bursting with noises of the familiar.

In a surreal gift from the universe, time both stands still and flies past you in that singular moment when you find out someone you once loved is gone.

Women have rooms inside of us men cannot fathom. It’s where we store the depths of the hurt we’ve been dealt.Where we store the deep love we never want to lose.

God makes his gospel attractive through people…that is the point of the gospel

I want to see friends more and travel more.

Conceit may bring about one's own downfall.

Tell troth and shame the devil.

If money or military might would change that part of the world... we would have done it by now. Enough is enough.

I have done nothing wrong.

Whoever takes the decision of war, he is surely a stupid man!

Many poets write as if they had been decerebrated, and not simply lobotomized, as a cure for their melancholia.

The tech community is a closely knit group, which is why it's so powerful. All of these companies have an affinity for each other, even if they compete with each other.

Well might the ancients make silence a god; for it is the element of all godhood, infinitude, or transcendental greatness,--at once the source and the ocean wherein all such begins and ends.