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“I came into marriage with love but when I got there she refused the dictatorship and fled away, I and my wife are looking for her. Anyone who finds her please contact us. We swear not to harm her again”

“Derrick, you have to make the air move out of her tummy. You are not assaulting her. You're saving her from a stomach ache. ~Anne Howard”

“I write our names on the page. What of it, if the paper will be burned? I write our names in the sand. What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves? I write our names on trees that will be cut and benches that will be painted, but what of it? I will keep on writing our names because in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant.”

“[On Schopenhauer in Black and White] Schopenhauer's views of love are flawed. Love can't be merely an illusion of the mind to aid in procreation, but the path to redemption for an otherwise violently selfish species. Past human greatness has proven that when challenged, love can overpower impulsive instinct, and in essence, the vilest aspects of our nature.”

“Love is our most basic human value and also our highest potential.”

“Giants in Jeans Sonnet 25 Wanna know about people's character? Walk around in shabby clothes. Wanna know who's wise, who's egotistical? Be the dumbest despite your brainforce. Never try to impress people. The more you try, the more they lose interest. Nourish your warmth and kindness instead, Those who care will reach out themselves. But always remember one little thing, You can either have life or calculation. Calculate where it's needed, But not in every situation. Lovers and soldiers are the only ones living, Rest of society is just dehydrating.”

“I’m that man and I know it. I’m shamelessly all heart. Lover and a fighter. Last of a dying breed. I’m at peace with it. I have pride with it. Because the best thing I can be — is me. I know this, I own this, and I want to help others become the best them. The way is kindness, the way is compassion. To see see one for who they are and to see them become all they can be. That is the way. The way is love.”

“I’m that man and I know it. I’m shamelessly all heart. Lover and a fighter. Last of a dying breed. I’m at peace with it. I have pride with it. Because the best thing I can be — is me. I know this, I own this, and I want to help others become the best them. The way is kindness, the way is compassion. To see one for who they are and to see them become all they can be. That is the way. The way is love.”

“I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.”

“This is an ode to life. The anthem of the world. For as there are billions of different stars that make up the sky so, too, are there billions of different humans that make up the Earth. Some shine brighter but all are made of the same cosmic dust. O the joy of being in life with all these people! I speak of differences because they are there. Like the different organs that make up our bodies. Earth, itself, is one large body. Listen to how it howls when one human is in misery. When one kills another, the Earth feels the pang in its chest. When one orgasms, the Earth craves a cigarette. Look carefully, these animals are beauty spots that make the Earth’s face lovelier and more loveable. These oceans are the Earth’s limpid eyes. These trees, its hair. This is an ode to life. The anthem of the world. I will no longer speak of differences, for the similarities are larger. Look even closer. There may be distances between our limbs but there are no spaces between our hearts. We long to be one. We long to be in nature and to run wild with its wildlife. Let us celebrate life and living, for it is sacrilegious to be ungrateful. Let us play and be playful, for it is sacrilegious to be serious. Let us celebrate imperfections and make existence proud of us, for tomorrow is death, and this is an ode to life. The anthem of the world.”

“I spent all night weaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautiful when you wear my light.”