Careful.The fall is quick, steep, and permanent.

Through windows, in wishing wells, whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

In that wounded place, buried betweenmy ribs and letting go, I miss you.

I die a little, In the echo of your silence.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

Bridge burned from end to end, and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

Broken.As I search for hope, In the same eyesI lost it.

If you do not like how things are going, think in new ways, create new solutions and do not even think about giving up!

We ought to read daily.

We are flawed creatures with explosive feelings that subconsciously aspire to be non-violent sociopaths.

It's really rubbish that some kind of "technical" learning means you will be a better person because you know this skill better.

Because I'm short and slim, I can identify with somebody who's an unlikely fit for something and desperately wants to be part of it.

That's what life is, just one learning experience after another, and when you're through with all the learning experiences you graduate and what you get for a diploma is, you die.

I don't want to be loved. I want to be desired. Love is safety, but desire is foul.

Pity you can't attach an extra arm to your [broom], Malfoy. Then it could catch the Snitch for you.

I don't do a lot of guest shots on television.

You move differently than you do when you're filling the stage at Radio City. You have to be bigger than life there.