"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'” - Jack Kerouac

"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first." --anon.

" [Being a planner] is good too, I guess...I just don't want y'all to miss out on something that might come up last minute that may be just what God has planned for you to enjoy." --cindy chapman!!

"When your spiritual life feels like you're trying to pick up sand, the only thing to do is fall back on what you know about God and pray those things. When Jeremiah said he couldn't even remember what it was like to be happy and that he lost his endurance to the point he lost hope, the very next recorded words were "Remember." He falls back on what he knows to be true about God, namely His lovingkindness and compassion. They renew his hope, even if the situation never changes." --Brent McKinney

"Whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same." --Emily Bronte

"It's easy to grow older. It's very difficult to grow up." --Nathan Lee

" Look for a dare-to-be-great situation. God does that kind of stuff, too, and he's WAY bigger than resumes or credentials. He just answers, usually, at the last minute." --Brent McKinney

"I haven't been to heaven...I don't know their tempos." --Dr. Allen Hightower III

"I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, 'twas but a dreame of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little roome, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us possesse one world; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dyes, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die."

--John Donne, The Good-Morrow