Marisa Crane

I’m slipping. I’m made of departed dreams and a stubborn fog that feels nothing like a veil.

Blood banks are all closed; you can’t use others to keep you warm.

The listlessness of it all, the profit off depression, the extinction of an entire species, the chlorinated connections- poisoned just to appear clean.

The love we shared is a paper town on a map we drew ourselves, drunk and fucked and needing to be more than we were.

The Smiths dream into my ear on this lost and lonely morning. I sing along like it is the only prayer I know (forgive me, Mother Mary).

We’re so infatuated with studying labels that we forget to read between the lines of one another.

It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.

What a good thing Adam had. When he said a good thing he knew nobody had said it before.

The Kingdom of God is Within You,

An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.

You must be the change you wish to see in the world.

Live happily in the present moment. It is the only moment we have.

It was the schoolboy who said, Faith is believing what you know ain’t so.

I respect faith, but doubt is what gets you an education.

Adam was the luckiest man; he had no mother-in-law.

Perhaps the most spiritual thing any of us can do is simply to look through our own eyes, see with the eyes of wholeness, and act with integrity and kindness.

What about Jesus Christ? I say that he was a precursor of idealists; a precursor of socialists.

To study Buddhism is to study the self. To study the self is to forget the self. To forget the self is to be awakened by all things.

Buddhist practice is simply a system directed to the one end of lessening the suffering of life.

Atheism is rather in the lip than in the heart of man.

I would like to believe there is a God, but I think it is better to say I’m not sure there is a God and live your life with kindness and respect for people than to say I know there is a God and then do bad things,