Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems, play all around, you will find me there.

Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of loveand stay there forever.

From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear, to the old end, to the new beginning, you have lost me everywhere.

What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words— Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart.

The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before.

I feel the pain—everywhere.

I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.

Someday, even my existence would be felt.

Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

But if ever I try to mend, some other bodies would instantly break, would instantly be fragments.

The undistracted experience of affects of just about any sort, when free of practical consequences, appears to have intrinsic appeal for many of us.

Personal Brand Focus: Immediately you try to reach the masses with your brand you dilute your brand's power and falls into the average zone. You cease to be remarkable

No one has yet managed to be post-Shakespearean.

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

You can tell the size of a man by the size of the thing that makes him mad.

I'm black, and black don't crack. It does droop.

If we could be twice young and twice old we could correct all our mistakes.

Sometimes you can get so far in yourself that you don't know who you are.

I am quite correctly described as 'more of a sponge than an inventor....'

I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.