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Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master. This was the important thing. It had always been the important thing. This was what it was to be Adam.

Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent each life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must always come together.

Whole life is a search for beauty. But, when the beauty is found inside, the search ends and a beautiful journey begins.

Don’t take yourself too seriously. Take yourself as seriously as death itself. Don’t worry. Worry your ass off. Have iron-clad confidence, but doubt. It keeps you alive and alert! Believe you are the baddest ass in town – and [that] you suck! It keeps you honest. Be able to keep two completely contradictory ideas alive and well inside of your heart and head at all times. If it doesn’t drive you crazy, it will make you strong. And when you walk on stage tonight to bring the noise, treat it like it’s all we have – and then remember it’s only rock’ n’ roll.

some winters will never melt some summers will never freeze and some things will only ... live in poems.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

The characters in my novels are my own unrealised possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented.

Tell me..how do you stand there? filling the doorway....of my life.

Poetry purrs like a kitten on the tip of our tongue. Each word fluidly floating from our lips, like little crystalline snowflakes, before settling onto an emotional wonderland of forgotten feelings. It has the power to pull our deepest emotions to the surface of consciousness and to serenade our soul with the haunting melody of a self, lost... and finally found.

A lie is yet a lie, though bought worldwide; soon it shall fade with coming of new tide. Truth remains truth, though stepped on like a dime; soon it shall reign with the passing of time. A lie lasts as long as there's suppression, for lies were but of man's fabrication. Truth lasts as long as there's constellation, for truths were but of Nature's formation.

Have you been caring to all your children? Will they take you than be at old folks' den? Will they feel honored pushing your wheelchair? Will hearts break when your breath runs out of spare?

Why long for heaven up there we don't see, When there's heaven down here that's so lovely. Why mind the hell up there we can't fathom, When there's hell down here that's worse than Sodom.

Man is not victim of environment that due to world's evil, life is torment. It's man who victimized environment that due to man's evil, world is lament.

If you don't like my face, you go to God; before my own mirror, nothing seems odd. If you don't like my guts, you come to me, so I can fix myself as well as thank thee.

Nobody must question your right to smoke, but I've right, too, not to inhale your smoke. First of all, health abuse is not a right; use of right ought to lead to life, not blight. You have right to party with unchecked noise, but I've right, too, not be pained by your noise. In short, a right can't be claimed as a right, if it violates other people's right.

Hope lies not in the light at tunnel's end; it's in the fact our life doesn't yet end. Till we can talk, walk, see, and comprehend, hope goes on for all things we want happen.

There's no succession without successor. There's no oppression without oppressor. There's no narration without narrator. There's no creation without Creator.

Don't live each day as if it were your last, for you might break your back and breathe your last. Rather, live as if a hundred days left; oh, not so pressured, of tension bereft. We do work to live, not do live to work; always rushing is not fun but a joke. Live each day not so stressed nor so relaxed; it's in balanced way where joy's at the max.

Battered was my heart in the deep search, branded with cracks like slices of silver birch. An ignorant dream, a wish, just fool's gold -- that was the tale that love had sold.