When I read books, it helps me breathe. When I scroll screens, it makes me seethe. I fear the way our future looks if scrolling screens replace our books.

Which one will mark your epitaph: the golden rule or golden calf?

When words must bear weight, keep them short and sincere and, like dragonfly wings, be uplifting, yet clear.

Every spider that you kill means one less chance a spider will someday go bite a child’s hand and turn that kid to Spider Man.

Gravity’s a law, they say, but flying disrespects it. Grammar lays down rigid rules, but poetry neglects it. Greed makes economic sense, but charities defy it. Sometimes straying from the norm works better when you try it.

I’ve now come to know most mischief is made by grown-up adults who, for it, get paid.

The ghosts I know do not appear as misty forms that conjure fear. Instead, my ghosts arrive at night to ask, in dreams, if I’m all right.

The universe is sprawling, but a piece of it is ours. A stubborn little sphere that spins among the endless stars. A globe that gives us refuge as it glides around the sun. I hope that we don’t ruin it, for we only get this one.

Go read some books, and if you find That you have ably trained your mind, Then in that happy happenstance, Give thinking sans A.I. a chance.

I used to be embarrassed by the childlike things I said. I’d turn a shade of crimson when those musings left my head. But now, as I’ve grown older and I’ve seen the grown-up way, I find I’m less regretful of the things I used to say.

While on my own, I felt alone, unsure how strong I’d be. Then I met you and said I do and formed a family. Through thick and thin, we’ve always been together on this ride. And I attest that I’ve been blessed to have you at my side.

It’s typically tougher to build things than break them. It’s oftentimes harder to save things than take them. It’s more of a challenge to stitch things than tear them. And yet, we destroy things much more than we share them.

What’s the point and purpose of a book with printed pages When apps and algorithms curate content for all ages? Maybe, in a world where every data point is tracked, It’s nice to read a book that will not try to read you back.

I’ve always liked blue, but I’ve never known why The same color claims both the sea and the sky. If I could choose hues besides blue to compare, we’d have orange oceans beneath onyx air.

I bet that Eden’s garden didn’t have a lot of weeds. Just flowerbeds and fruits amongst a floor of roots and seeds. A whisper of wisteria, perhaps draped to the side. Alas, that’s still enough to give a snake a place to hide.

Enlightenment comes when a person has learned that innocence isn’t just given- it’s earned.