I wish to have the resiliency of a weed and the delicacy of a flower.
God: the most desperate and widely recognized manifestation of our collective loneliness.
That wonderfully blissful moment when I realize I do not need anyone is also when I have the most love to give.
It would be unfortunate if life came to us with meaning. For it is in the struggle to create it that we become both sculptor and sculpture, chiseling away toward who we are until we are no longer.
With enough imagination even a fleeting moment of joy is sufficient for a lifetime.
Strange that the revelation of life’s meaninglessness has given birth to so much that is meaningful.
Silence is the music Sound listens to when it seeks peace from itself.