“The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.”

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

A man can be a hero in any profession.

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.

Re-examine all that you have been told, dismiss that which insults your soul.

I dream in my dreams all the dreams of the other dreamers. And I become the other dreamers.

Those who love each other shall become invincible.

I am the man, I suffered, I was there.

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

Be not ashamed women, You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.

I and this mystery, here we stand.

The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him – it cannot fail.

These are the days that must happen to you.

The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.

I will bring you all of my dead flowers if you will breathe me a promise of spring.

We live only to die yet we’re dying to live.

You were the best and worst nights of my life fucking while the flames lick us at least you’re a distraction from my spiritual death. You’re a god damn angel in a crack den.

If death comes to claim us, my soul will wander until we meet again.

She greets death with a curtsy.

And when our dreams died my life could finally begin.

It might sound cliche but with the dying of another day, I’m close to walking away as my mind is leading me astray.

Sometimes I lay down at night and wonder if it’s time to lay down my life.