Each thread of life that you leave, will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs.

And when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night, you took your life as lovers often do. But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

When people ask me what 'American Pie' means, I tell them it means I don't ever have to work again if I don't want to.

In a sense, 'American Pie' was a very despairing song but it can also be seen as very hopeful.

Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect Vincent's eyes of china blue.

Do you believe in rock 'n roll? Can music save your mortal soul?

Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.

A long long time ago, I can still remember how that music use to make me smile.

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

My face on every coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved. My flag is forever waved, by the grateful people I have saved.

Faces come and faces go in circular rotation.But something yearns within to grow beyond infatuation.

We can live out our lives, and in the end realize that we never really ‘lived’ a day in our lives.

I have been where you are now. I have felt the fears and resolved them. I have had the doubts and concerns and found the way forward.Lift up your head, and step ahead...

Rest, Recreated, Refreshed and Refuel!

Well, with all the experiences I have had, I would say the most disappointing ones are the ones when I have not taken enough.

The best thing that would happen is for Facebook to open up its data. Failing that, there are other ways to get that information.

Aphrodite had the beauty; Zeus had the thunderbolts. Everyone loved Aphrodite, but everyone listened to Zeus.

The trap of the self is the trap that causes unhappiness. We define ourselves too much; whereas the infinite, the pure radiant spirit, is not so definable.

Poetry is talking on tiptoe.

I keep some portion of my early gleam; Brokenly bright, like moonbeams on a river, It lights my life, a far illusive dream, Moves as I move, and leads me on forever.

The peculiar thing is that, in focusing only on the here and now, Buddhism seems to despise the world.