“We were of thirteen minds, like a tree, in which there is one Red-tail and eleven squirrel parts.”

“...real childhood scars heal, but not when band-aids replace self-reflection.”

“Unreality cooled realitys burn.”

“The words he said, too, must be human enough to bleed.”

“A poet could kill the dead.”

“Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.”

“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves”

“Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.”

“She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.”

“My candle burns at both ends;It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friendsIt gives a lovely light!”

“Everyone and everything needed to be raised to its highest level the teacher must become a mage, the husband a knight errant, the labor a hero in a sacred drama intensified, rarefied, baptized in...”

“What am I to y”

“Hard work is a prison sentence only if it does not have meaning.”

“I knew right then that I wanted to be a part of something that meaningful. I wanted to have something I was so passionate about that I'd be willing to risk everything for it. I wanted to know that ...”

“Do it with passion or not at all.”