For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!

I've known you forever, and you are only just remembering me.

Inhaling, I am ignited with the first breath of freedom

He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into each pore as if preparing my heart for tilling.

Look into my eyes and deny me.

she's so caught up she's unaware she's no longer the prisoner here, I am

In truth the issue is that we are so powerful what we believe becomes our reality.

I do so love the art of severing boundaries

He's a contradiction and that's why he's so perfect.

I'm the riddle you have yet to solve

in my darkest hour she answered my call without resentment or guilt, without hesitation

A good writer possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends.

The real difficulty about volcanism is not to see how it can start, but how it can stop.

Baseball happens to be a game of cumulative tension but football, basketball and hockey are played with hand grenades and machine guns.

Love is supreme and unconditional; like is nice but limited.

It's creepy to see fan sites about me.

Love is commitment; love is a relationship that never gives up.

The subject itself is of no account; what matters is the way it is presented.

Everything in God's store is on the bottom shelf...you have to get on your knees to get it.

A very big part of the life of a photograph is the afterlife.

Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry.