Grown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof.

Silence is all the genius a fool has.

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

When we sing the blues, we’re singing out our hearts, we’re singing out our feelings. Maybe we’re hurt and just can’t answer back, then we sing or maybe even hum the blues.

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.

I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.