Scintillating trails of luminous absences.

Mind like a ricocheted bullet.

Remember, only liars want you to believe that there is no truth.

We get the macrocosm we allow, and the microcosm we deserve.

The fabulous nebulous.

Publishes a book.

Growing myself out of a box, like a firecracker.

Reduce the element that lessens the difference.

May you find your worship in joy.

We don’t get to keep people we don’t choose.

It’s not enough to understand what others are, but to accept that what others are influences what we become.

Ideology is, simply, religion without benefits.

You know it’s not your garden anymore when the weeds take over.

Corners are important.

Dear Lord, please anchor my sinking heart.

All dogma takes hold when we take a complex set of ideas a bit reductively and a bit literally.

The point of crisis is the exact point in time when we begin recalling the past, rather than forgetting it.

Find your own beat in the locomotion.

Leave people to their own self-created horrors. Every author is in search of a culprit.

Always make notes.

Our only wealth is experience.

Success and failure are truly the same. Both keep our minds off the ball.

Think twice, and then do the opposite.

The comfort of not knowing how deep the waters are.

Cords of love are never broken; if we are lucky, they become translucent.

Search for a place where you can live in mythic time.

Clear waters in a sewer become the sewer. The sewer in clear waters makes them a sewer. In other words, in a sewer, dirt wins.

Rebellion is tension unaddressed.

Freedom is a thing of beauty.

Demons delight in our nonchalance.

Leaving the tense detail to be undone by time.

In the darkest times, beauty will find a way.

Memories are my favourite gadgets.

That place of geographical absurdity where all ideology becomes chatter.

Magic is the plot twist.

Clear the rubbish before the rubbish strikes back.

All traps are self-fulfilling prophecies.

Whatever had lived left us its last breath as sacrament.