Author name: Dan Swanson

To coalesce, a book encages unkempt words in bounded pages.

We need not repeat the ventriloquist’s voice. We don’t have to dance to the puppeteer’s strings. We’re all on this

Your wit is lightning; mine slow burns. Your brain retains while mine relearns. Your words make sense; mine just make

It seems these days the best advice is what we most ignore. And when we know we’re doing wrong, we

If you sweat them, words can shake you. If you let them, words can break you. If you fight them,

Every word you say, once said, is carved into your past; Be careful with your future words in case they

We’re specks upon a spinning rock that loops around the sun What counts is how we treat our fellow specks

There’s not much risk of flying high if you stay on the ground. There’s little chance of being heard if

When your bookshelf hits its limit, it will buckle from the strain; lots of books can sink your shelving, but

Every heartbeat, every breath, Delays the day we’ll meet our death. But life rewards the joys we bring, So why