“Red roses draw blood from those who get curious about its thorns. It’s a shutter of a thought to be pricked by such a beautiful flower. Yet, if we plea its forgiveness, it draws nothing more but our redemption.” 

“Fate's worst enemy is free-will, but it's my best friend.”

“I sleep with a box of dried roses at the foot of my bed…. Surely it is better then above my head!”

“The child we left behind so we could grow up never grew up themselves. So tuck them in at night, and toss them a ball every so often.” 

"A Numbing Beat"

“There’s a moment that I think love had touched my heart with a numb hand. It felt as if my own hands on it were not enough to warm its pronouncement. No matter a concept, or a concept replaced by a prospective person, I was numb to it; still yet. What would this numbing be to me in the next moment? Would it become soft snow that would turn into an ice storm? To which would blockade my only exit to the airport—where I could fly away forever from the sleet? Or would it become numb to itself, and in turn force me to cut it from my body to survive? In spite of this, I find a cure in watching others turn warm from its hand. Even if my own heart remains dormant, I feel, even for a moment, it beats; still yet.”

"For in my passionate effort to breathe painting like air, my life ceases to exist as anything but a personal playground." 

"I will continue to eat the fanaticism that drives me towards the pit of passion. Perhaps, when I am done eating, I will plant the seed, and watch it grow."