“If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”

The abstract kills, the concrete saves.

I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.

The abstract kills, the concrete saves.

I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.

It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

I knew you’d decide to be all right again.

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.

After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.

Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.

Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.

Life lived for tomorrow will always be just a day away from being realized.

The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose.

The finest day i ever had was when tomorrow never came.

Never be ashamed of your tears. Be proud that you are still natural. Be proud that you can express the inexpressible through your tears.

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate – it’s apathy. It’s not giving a damn.

Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.”