Sooner or later, we sell out for money
The only dreams that matter are the ones you have when you're awake.
Home isn’t really a place. It’s the people who makes it what it is. I have a great home.
It's alright to do things the way you want. There is no map to life, no blueprints to survival, you can create your world day by day if you have a clear vision and an unwillingness to give up.
Trace the stars with your fingers in hopes you’ll connect the dots, but don’t get caught in the lines that aren’t really there ‘cause there is life in every breath you take and there is hope with every move you make, and every single mistake you think you’ve made should make you feel alive ‘cause you only have one chance to live in this spec we call life.
. . . I seem to want the things I can't have. Occasionally, when something is finally attainable, the chase appears to be over and the fire burns out.
The music comes first. It will always be first
The very impulse to write springs from an inner chaos crying for order - for meaning.
Fiction stretches our sensibilities and our understanding, as mere information never can.
This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays; life insurance. Babies. Love’s a dictator.
Mankind is advanced technically. Man can build space stations, can assemble them in space, and ponders about landing on Mars, but the development of mankind itself seems to stagnate on stone age level.