thought-provoking

You either WIN or you LEARN. Either way, you WIN!

The greatest of all faults is to imagine you have none".

Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality.

As for fame, fame felt like nothing. Fame was not a sensation like love or hunger or loneliness, welling from within and invisible to the outside eye. It was rather entirely external, coming from the minds of others. It existed in the way people looked at him or behaved towards him. In that, being famous was no different from being gay, or Jewish, or from a visible minority: you are who you are, and then people project onto you some notion they have.

The party in Alobar__ head, which agitation and anxiety were throwing, now was crashed by a notion: existence can be rearranged.

Perfectionism is a delusion that can rob one of a very successful, enriching life if not careful.

If you're as good as your word, words should be good enough.

Suddenly they were both leaping around him, shouting 'Traitor!' and 'Thought-criminal!', the little girl imitating her brother in every movement. It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gamboling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters.

Nothing can be cut away. Even the worst of our memories is part of the foundation that keeps us in the world.

If he is not the word of God, then God never spoke.

There are symbolic dreams-dreams that symbolize some reality. Then there are symbolic realities-realities that symbolize a dream

Accept who you are. Don__ leave me, Willow. We are all broken, that__ how the light shines through. - Rhydian

Grown-ups love figures. When you talk to them about a new friend, they never ask questions about essential matters.

The human heart: its expansions and contractions its electrics and hydraulics the warm tides that move and fill it. For years Art had studied it from a safe distance from many perspectives...he listened in fascination and revulsion, in envy and pity. He dispensed canned wisdom, a little scripture. He sent them on their way with a prayer.

Have you ever wondered which hurts more:Saying something and wishing you hadn't, or saying nothing and wishing you had?

The old tales of China tell us that all things may grow and change. A stone may become a plant. A plant may become an animal. An animal may become a human. A human may become a god.Just so, a snake may become a woman. And we are told of one who did.

They Were all clad in the same uniform of misery and filth. For all of time, for all of eternity

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