Only love and death can make time stop. — For my uncle.

Redial the past for a new passcode. #happySolstice☀️

Respect the Earth, the Moon, the Sun, and the endless skies. Respect all beings, be they large or small. Respect the air you breathe, the water that quenches your thirsts, and the land that feeds you. And when you take to rest at night, remember to also respect yourself.

If you are not waking up together, covered in sunshine, everything else is a lie.

Take that darkness and fill it with daffodils and time.

The strangeness of our existence cannot be overstated.

The shell with a missing pearl.

Indulgence is not happiness, and happiness is not an indulgence.

That chip on your shoulder, return it to sender.

One minute of carelessness which separates heaven from hell.

He broke many hearts, and I was one of them. There is safety in numbers.

What is art meant to represent – the ideals of passion, the damage of life, or the fragile truth in between?

We are all here rescuing experience from the jaws of oblivion.

Nothing survives but the truth.

It might be your beat, but it’s not your street.

There is no magic where there is no heart.

Those who feel they are able to grow only if they stop the growth in others, most probably had creation denied them as children, and thus are unable to fully understand its workings.

If it’s a bridge which allows demons to cross, burn it in style.

There is a speck of amber in his dark Constantinople eyes that tells me he could feel like home.

We break the chains when we become loyal to our soul.

What is the value of awe?

To read is to allow a world to inhabit our mind, in silence.

Choose your path, you are the light, or you chase the light.

What an incredible triumph it is – to be who we are, and survive.

If we do not let it in, it cannot harm us.

There is knowledge we can only earn, never acquire.

Whatever makes us happy doesn’t have to be real, but it needs to be true.

Arguing with arrogance is the ultimate way to squander time.

Remembering a deep, yet unrequited love is akin to recalling a war we fought and almost died in. Agony, or anecdote. Nothing in between.

The strange thing about secret enemies is that they were never truly secret.

Just remember, if someone’s ridiculous, it does not mean they are not dangerous.

Mediocrity attacks quality, not dissent.

The time to do what you love is now.

Fighting monsters of one’s own making is the only battle there is.

The photogenic will inherit the Earth.

Leave everything that made you small behind.

Sometimes what we need is a really good enemy.

Demons are not interested in your soul, they’re after your time.

Words like peregrine, and other nocturnal comforts.

Plugging into the collective brain might blow a fuse.

How exhilarating it was to be in love with you. And how irrelevant.