A man always wants his friends to be a little in love with his beloved too.

I am in no mood to fulminate on paper--I wish the two of us were in a room together talking of what matters most, the air thick with affinity. In January a man crawls into a cave of hopelessness; he hallucinates sympathies catching fire. Letters are glaciers, null frigates, trapping us where we are in the moment, unable to carry us on toward truth.

Everywhere risk and defiance weave through the most mundane daily affairs.

Suppression is a form of social and intellectual terrorism which results in oppression.

Anger and stubborness are bestfriends, they need each other for fuel.

Beauty shoudn't suffer but should be embraced.