I can't commit suicide because I need to be here to help raise my kids. But when I lose my head I wonder whether or not they would be better of without me.

I understand perfectly well why someone puts a bullet in his own head to save his family. I understand why people sometimes loathe themselves. I do not understand why they destroy others to destroy themselves.

One thing I dislike about being an atheist is that I don't believe in an afterlife. When I die I'm just done. We all are. That means I will never meet my maker, I won't see my mother ever again, and worst of all I won't be able to help guide my children from beyond the grave. This is a real problem for me because I really love my family. In fact, I love them so much that I never want to leave them, but never is an impossibility that sometimes tears me to pieces.

Sometimes your words are the droplets of drizzle scattered across my ears on a windy day.

I could have been a cowboy, but I chose to roll with the Indians instead.

The willful and purposeful propagation of religion is one of humanities greatest crimes against itself

Reading the poem "imagenes" today was like sitting at a large table with an acquaintance I met when drinking one night. And, I was asked to introduce that acquaintance to everyone else at the table. What could I say? Nothing more than something read straight from the script.