And then one day you realise that if you want to be rich, you'd have to give away almost everything you own.

Die every night so in the morning you are reborn.

I never wanted to be a martyr—even for love. I don’t want to die for love. I want to live for it.

Why do you feel so powerless? Go spend an hour with ants. Each of those black specks you see is a life. One whole life that you can save, take, or affect in some way. You have the power to make so many lives better. It is within you. Don’t lose sight of that.

I left the bankbecause they wouldn’t deposit my cheque of poems.So I went to the store,but they didn’t acceptmy currency of words.So I boxed all my storiesand took them to charity.But they refused my donation and asked me to give blood instead.I opened the notebooks and made them look, 'What do you think I wrote these in?

These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!