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I want to celebrate the sadness that makes you feel everything so deeply. I want to throw a party for the wounds that make you so unabashedly human.

He lifted his shirt, and on his back was the White Rabbit, wearing his waistcoat and looking at his watch. It was just like the illustration from the book. Only standing next to him, back-to-back, was another White Rabbit wearing a leather motercycle jacket and boots and smoking a cigar.

An observant friend will recognize the signs of the rise of grief: eyes that easily well with tears, a smile that is difficult to sustain, a tendency to withdraw. And ultimately, perhaps we each need to create our own symbol of grieving _ to wear our version of black, or maybe to color with black crayons for a while.

Every form of art is another way of seeing the world. Another perspective, another window. And science __hat__ the most spectacular window of all. You can see the entire universe from there.

...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate...

PoemWords from the heartBreaking, teaching, healingThe deepest, purest form of artFeeling

Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words, on the other hand, were a lifeline.

Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.

Anyone that says his mind will be probably regarded a fool, but the true artist is not moved by the comments about the looks of his painting or remarks that are dreadfully sarcastic, but hearken now! That he who says what others want to hear hasn't said anything of his own.

Love is wind for the soul

The sky never falls with the rain. It is never weighed down by all that it carries. It takes all of its anchorsand turns them into stars. Learn from this.

Life is so beautiful and so short that anything that makes me feel less than too much is nothing at all.

I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colors, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.

Writing is an abstract art of drawing pictures of the conscious and subconscious mind with words.

What is the finding of love, but a voice answering a voice?

Rap in its form is poetry, meaning the point of convergence is words.

Art and love are the same thing: It__ the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.

Do you know why teachers use me? Because I speak in tongues. I write metaphors. Every one of my stories is a metaphor you can remember. The great religions are all metaphor. We appreciate things like Daniel and the lion__ den, and the Tower of Babel. People remember these metaphors because they are so vivid you can__ get free of them and that__ what kids like in school. They read about rocket ships and encounters in space, tales of dinosaurs. All my life I__e been running through the fields and picking up bright objects. I turn one over and say, Yeah, there__ a story. And that__ what kids like. Today, my stories are in a thousand anthologies. And I__ in good company. The other writers are quite often dead people who wrote in metaphors: Edgar Allan Poe, Herman Melville, Washington Irving, Nathaniel Hawthorne. All these people wrote for children. They may have pretended not to, but they did.