If God knows the number of hairs on your head he already knew where you'll go after you're dead.
Everyone should have a form of a diary. It’s a great release. Most peoples’ diaries are called “My Diary.” Mine’s called “Conversations With Me.”
I’m sucking on a cancer stick trying to think of something inspiring to say to help someone live a long happy life. That’s irony.
Reality is in the mind of the eye.
Astral travel for me is I close my eyes—they don’t close all the way—and I’m peering through a slit and this happens: the instant I close my eyes I see people and places instantly. Maybe it’s more like remote viewing.
When people tell me to go fly a kite I tell them to go dig a ditch. They say, “Why dig a ditch?” I say, “Because I want to be closer to Heaven than you.”
For breakfast I like my coffee warm and cozy and my eggs funny side up.
I’ll take a cheezy burger and a shake full of smiles to go.
Leaders that wear the largest hats have few armies to attack a land, so this leads them to be sly and cunning as they extend their hand.
Every day in life we’re told who this is and who that is. But when we sit we’re all the same when we remove our hat.
Substance of your belief has nothing to do with the size of the book you use or how often you open it.
Fractional Multiplicity allows for a minute amount of our energy to be present in all places at all times.
Trying to quit smoking. I’m out and have decided the best way to quit is to simply not buy them. “I can’t” generally means “I choose not to.”
Three eggs, two slices of toast, a cup of coffee, an episode of Mr. Ed... What else does a man need?
Twitter is a place to come and share. I’m okay with following, but as for followers? I believe “observers” would be a better choice of words.
People come in my house and say, “I like this.” I say, “Do you want it?” Isn’t that the Christian thing to do?
Many people say that psychiatrists just want to push drugs. Well I seriously have to say, without medication, I’d be locked up in a VA hospital somewhere.
Been under treatment for PTSD and bipolar since 1992. I’m not ashamed of my illness. I’ve been shunned by many and I feel for those shunned, too.
A vivid Imagination is awesome. A manic imagination is a curse.
The greatest communication barrier known to man is the lack of the common core of experience. “When’s the last time you had a manic episode Doctor?”
If I wouldn’t have spent so much time shooting spit wads at my English teacher, I’d know how to punctuate. Good thing I normally write poetry.