“There is something fresh and crisp about the first hours of a Caribbean day, a happy anticipation that something is about to happen, maybe just up the street or around the next corner.”

Those who fail to learn from the brutal stompings visited on them in the past are doomed to be brutally stomped in the future.

Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.

Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life.

In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

Freedom, Truth, Honour, you could rattle off a hundred such words and behind every one of them would gather a thousand punks, pompous little farts, waving the banner with one hand and reaching under the table with the other.

Words are such a poor medium when you really want someone to feel something.

My greatest talent is in my ability to choose good friends. It’s about as important as things get.

The pleasure is in the path, the search for something good.

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.

In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone.

All political power comes from the barrel of either guns, pussy, or opium pipes, and people seem to like it that way.

The mind of America is seized by a fatal dry rot – and it’s only a question of time before all that the mind controls will run amuck in a frenzy of stupid, impotent fear.

These things happen. One day you run everything, and the next day you run like a dog.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers and warriors.

Some may never live, but the crazy never die.

Anxiety is our agitated soul scrambling for control.

Three enemies of personal peace: regret over yesterday’s mistakes, anxiety over tomorrow’s problems, and ingratitude for today’s blessings.

If you didn’t have anxiety, then you wouldn’t have passion for anything. The reason we have anxiety is because you care and you’re thoughtful.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

The art to breathe and smile despite the pressure of anxiety, takes courage and power, keep appreciating yourself.

I’ve spent most of my life not understanding that my anxiety was causing a downward spiral, self-medicating, and self-sabotage.

Choosing to live with less stuff is choosing to live with less stress and less anxiety.  

My anxious self always melted in your arms, then. Now your grin from another screen telling me “its going to be okay” works just the same.