“quod me nutrit, me destruit”

“Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit.”

“The urge is always with me to retouch yesterday's canvas with today's paintbrush and cover the things that fill me with regret..”

“He recoils at the sight of me. Are they suppose to do that?”

“How deep was the grim sorter of the dark and the foul going to send me?”

“If you listen to the wind very carefully, you'll be able to hear me whisper my love for you.”

“I understand that some people find God after misfortune, although this seems to me even more ridiculous than finding Him in good times. 'God smote me. He must love me.' It's like not wanting a romantic relationship until a member of the opposite sex punches you in the face. My 'miraculous survival' will not change my opinion that Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short, and paradoxically, far too long. ”