The Holy Spirit Ain't Got A Pen.

For Me Happiness Occurs Arbitrarily: A Moment Of Eye Contact On A Bus, Where All At Once You Fall In Love; Or A Frozen Second In A Park Where It's Enough That There Are Trees In The World.

The Bad-boy Label Is Just An Assumption.

Say I Feel All Sad And Self-indulgent, Then Get Stung By A Wasp, My Misery Feels Quite Abstract And I Long Just To Be In Spiritual Pain Once More - 'damn You Tiny Assassin, Clad In Yellow And Black, How I Crave My Former Innocence Where Melancholy Was My Only Trial'.

The Happiest Moments In Our Life Aren't "oh I Got A New Hat Or A Wonderful Silvery Object, Some Glistening Bauble." But It's When You Connect With Another Human Being. If You Can Find The $18 In Your Pocket, You Are Purchasing Dreams With That Money.

I Recognize That I Have The Ability To Be Selfish, But I Also Recognize That You Can't Be Happy If You Only Care About Yourself At The Expense Of Other People.