I'm in a hole because at some point I found a shovel and started digging. Maybe I should trade my shovels for ladders and start climbing.

When a poet digs himself into a hole, he doesn't climb out. He digs deeper, enjoys the scenery, and comes out the other side enlightened.

Men can dig wells, but they can’t create water.

Self-leadership is about digging out your hidden endowment and making them known and useful to those who need it most.

One of the greatest evils is the foolishness of a good man. For the giving man to withhold helping someone in order to first assure personal fortification is not selfish, but to elude needless self-destruction; martyrdom is only practical when the thought is to die, else a good man faces the consequence of digging a hole from which he cannot escape, and truly helps no one in the long run.

Listen in close, Wall Street Conquistadors, you’re spreading like vapor up through people’s floors, you’re moving en masse under the cracks of our doors and grabbing our children to work in your stores, feeding the needy to make them your whores, but you need to remember the grave you’re digging is yours.

Tommy asks where Carolyn is."She's at Cindy's.""They live together now," Salvador added."Didn’t they just start dating?" Tommy asked.Tiger answered, "Yeah... A couple of WEEKS ago."Unhappy about the news, Tommy objects to Carolyn moving in with Cindy."That's how it happens in our WORLD," Salvador said. "One night you MEET, the next night you MOVE IN, and before you KNOW IT- you're digging a GRAVE IN THE BACK YARD FOR YOUR LOVER DURING A FREAK THUNDERSTORM.""THAT IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE," Tommy said.After Salvador apologizes, Tommy asks how Raven's doing in prison."Fucking GREAT." Tiger answered. "How do you THINK?""No longer on suicide watch?""NO... FUCK...""Speaking of fucking. Is he still with BULL DOG?""I REALLY don’t wanna TALK about RAVEN right now- AND WHO HE'S FUCKING. Talk about INAPPROPRIATE.

Sometimes I dig holes for people to fall in. Then I shout, “I've got you!

Every time they saw him, they recognized him and knew him and expected things of him. And every time he came up blank. It was like watching someone digging where they knew they'd buried something precious, digging and digging and realizing that whatever it was--was gone. But they kept digging just the same, because the idea of losing it was so terrible and because maybe.Maybe.He was that lost treasure. He was that maybe. And he hated it. That was the secret he was trying to keep from them, the one he was always fearing he would betray.