One Of My Mission Statements

But Can Everyone Simply Choose The Path He Loves? Someone Has To Take The Ordinary Jobs. All I Know Is, That Worked For Me. And It Didn't Work For Other People I Know To Get A So-called Safe Job, Because There's No Such Thing Anymore. The Only Thing That Stays Constant Is The Idea That People Have To Escape.

Hope Walks Through The Fire. Faith Leaps Over It.

Maybe There Is No Actual Place Called Hell. Maybe Hell Is Just Having To Listen To Our Grandparents Breathe Through Their Noses When They're Eating Sandwiches.

It's Exhausting I Think To Just Say Really Yes To Everything For Real, Even If You Do It For A Day.

I Never Thought I Was Finished When People Said I Was Finished, Or Any Of That Stuff. I Always Had This Undying Belief That Even If I Was In A Wheelchair And I Could Only Move My Finger, Somehow I Would Become The Guy Who Does The Amazing Thing With His Finger.