“I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.”

“And I got out of there without punching anyone, kicking anyone, or breaking down in tears. Some days the small victories are all you achieve.”

“I still do not understand why some people think they mean nothing to anyone; while their simple smile gives unlimited reasons for others to live.”

“grappling with some small understanding of this place, this time, we're in" my poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing”

“There is no neatness in any life- great or small. It is only an illusion men foolishly pursue. All lived lives are a mess.The neatness in my life had begun to crumble some time before, but now it disintegrated completely as I vanished into a world of endlessly opening doors, teasing riddles and lives without boundaries.For the first time I began to understand how shallow neatness is. How cramping, how limiting.For the first time I understood neat lives are comatose lives. (the Alchemy of Desire 304)”

“How could anyone live without flying?”