But Sometimes There’s Nothing Left To Do

Hannah Wasn't My First Kiss, But The First Kiss That Mattered: The First Kiss With Someone Who Mattered. (pg 222).

You Can't Stop The Future You Can't Rewind The Past The Only Way To Learn The Secret ...is To Press Play.

When You Hold People Up For Ridicule, You Have To Take Responsibility When Other People Act On It.

That’s What I Love About Poetry. The More Abstract, The Better. The Stuff Were Your Not Sure What The Poets Talking About. You May Have An Idea, But You Cant Be Sure. Not A Hundred Percent. Each Word, Specifically Chosen, Could Have A Million Different Meanings. Is It A Stand-in ―a Symbol For Another Idea? Does It Fit Into A Larger, More Hidden, Metaphor? ...i Hated Poetry Until Someone Showed Me How To Appreciate It. He Told Me To See Poetry As A Puzzle. Its Up To The Reader To Decipher The Code, Or The Words, Based On Everything They Know About Life And Emotions.

And What If In The Future We're At War Again, Or We Still Haven't Elected A Non-white Or Non-male President, Or The Rolling Stones Are Still Dragging Their Tired Old Butts On Stage? That Would Depress Me Way Too Much.