Her words didn’t have the acrid smell of death.

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

I feel like I've swallowed a cloudy sky

There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.

In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, that dinner date never came to be.

That's gotta be one of the principles behind reality. Accepting things that are hard to comprehend, and leaving them that way.

Every story has a time to be told

Unless you find the fundamental cause and treat that, the same problem will surface later on in a different form.

Girls who are on top of things must have three hundred ways of responding to tired thirty-five-year-old divorced men.

The world’s crawling with stupid, innocent girls, and I’m just one of them, self-consciously chasing after dreams that will never come true.

The world of your dreams requires you to wake up and make it real

The one who did not understood that his time’s root supports his life tree was born in vain.

Library stacks from this perspective are not a repository

I think once you get it in your head, that you're not going to do anything bigger, you just do things that you enjoy, which has always been my ethos anyway.

Am I a good example? Well, at least I'm not too thin. I eat.

Music is a handshake where I, as a songwriter, am only part of the equation. I love that, the fact that you can make the song your own.

I do kind of transcend the song and give it a different meaning.

It's not my perfect performance that captures God's attention. It's my complete dependence on Him that He notices.

The fairest blossoms of pleasantry thrive best where the sun is not strong enough to scorch, nor the soil rank enough to corrupt.

Never give up because you never know what the tide will bring in the next day.