Rare as rocking-horse turds, these days, feeling halfway to decent, with barely a sick twinge, and he was damned if he’d waste
The creative adult is the child who survived after the world tried killing them, making them grown up. The creative adult is the child who survived the blandness of schooling, the unhelpful words of b...
Life is a process during which one initially gets less and less dependent, independent, and then more and more dependent.
Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.
You can't always expect people to apply your wisdom when they didn't use wisdom before they found themselves knee deep in their version of justice.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open...
Let's go invent tomorrow instead of worrying about what happened yesterday.
He was a man with a chest, and he wanted to give thoughtful expression to the passion of his heart.
You are worth more than what people say or think of you.
In time, all great masterpieces turn into shameless creatures who laugh at their creators.
Your personal truth is your gift to the world.