“I became the fractured shell of a mustard seed to dwell for an eye-blink amid a starburst galaxy of broken dreams.”

“The ability to find pixilation amid the pixelation is at the essence of the gift of celestial Grace.”

“The relentless persistence of Light eventually exhausts darkness.”

“The poet is a Cyclops in the Kingdom of the Blind whose sole cure for the madness of his vision must be starvation.”

“A perfectly clear photograph is a distortion of reality.”

“New York City is where specks of dust aspire randomly with all their cunning to become grains of sand.”

“New York City is where specks of dust aspire randomly with all their cunning to become grains of sand.”

“There is no competition in work. Whoever loves to labour does so as grace of life.”

“...whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. And peace will be with you.”

“If perception is limited to experience and knowledge, what proof do we have of moral judgement?”

“I think parks like these are the best places to people-watch. The diversity of people here is really cool and, again I find myself wondering what they're doing and why they're here and who they're ...”

“Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.- Mark Twain”

“It was October 2001 and I lived in New York City. I was twenty two. I, like many of my female friends, suffered from a strange combination of post 9/11 anxiety and height of Sex and the City anxiet...”