I Hate The Idea That You Ought

No Tears In The Writer, No Tears In The Reader. No Surprise In The Writer, No Surprise In The Reader.

Ends And Beginnings—there Are No Such Things. There Are Only Middles.

You Don't Have To Deserve Your Mother's Love. You Have To Deserve Your Father's.

What We Live By We Die By.

Have I Not Walked Without An Upward Look Of Caution Under Stars That Very Well Might Not Have Missed Me When They Shot And Fell? It Was A Risk I Had To Take-and Took.