“This question is posed to myself, am I a man who thinks he’s an angel? Or an angel who thinks he’s a man?”

If you want to find out who your real friends are, sink the ship. The first ones to jump aren’t your friends.

That becomes the revolution, to be idealistic enough that you think you can change the world, and what you find is you can’t change anything but yourself.

We live in a society of victimization, where people are much more comfortable being victimized than actually standing up for themselves.

What doesn’t kill you is gonna leave a scar.

Your beautiful don’t let anyone tell you different

Paintings are seldom guilty and often framed for crimes they did not commit. Some cover holes-holes in walls, holes in lives. Some make holes-in wallets, holes in hearts in negative space.

Relationships never break cleanly. Like a valuable vase, they are smashed and then glued back together, smashed and glued, smashed and glued until the pieces just don’t fit together anymore.

I’m a confession that is waiting to be heard

Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I’m afraid that they’re going to leave.

People tend to associate anyone who looks and behaves differently with illegal or immoral activity.

I’ve said a million times that if more stupid people killed themselves over stupid songs, there would be less stupid people in the world.

I’ve always believed that a person is smart. It’s people that are stupid.

When you’re taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, what value does that put on love?

My pain’s not ashamed to repeat itself

People are too lazy and too stupid to think for themselves that we’ve got sitcoms with canned laughter that let’s you know when to laugh if you’re to stupid to know when the joke is.

When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

It’s okay, girl, we’ll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We’re fallen angels who didn’t believe that nothing means nothing.

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.

Thankfulness is the tune of angels.

But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.

I often think flowers are the angels’ alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to feel and learn.

Sooner and later you will see great changes made, dreadful horrors and vengeances. For as the Moon is thus led by its angel, the heavens draw near to the Balance.

God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.