His memory is the last place i want to be. I would give anything to always be in his present.

I need someone who is willing to watch me brave the ocean and then dare me not to drown.

I...will never...regret you.

Truths are written, never said... Lines are drawn, but then they fade.

I feel like my maybe someday just became my right now.

I don't understand my sudden obsession with staring at her, but i can't seem to stop.

People don't get to choose who they fall in love with. The only get to choose who they stay in love with.

There can't be a maybe someday between us. There will never be a maybe someday.

My heart made it's choice, and it chose you.

Nothing in my life has ever felt so good yet it hurt so achingly bad.

Desire is easy to fight. Especially when the only weapon desire possesses is attraction. It's not so easy when you're trying to win a war against the heart.

If dat ghost have money, I tells him never to haunt you less'n he wants to lose it!

What happened yesterday was obviously a mistake, and it will never be spoken of again. Goodbye forever.

It's amazing how, over time, a person's perspective can be altered.

There was a time when my whole life was in chaos, really, and I didn't help myself sort it out. But one day I came to my senses, and I think I was lucky because a lot of people don't.

To take pride in a library kills it. Then, its motive power shifts over to the critical if admiring visitor, and apologies are necessary and acceptable and the fat is in the fire.

The other saxophones, except as solo instruments, really don't have much point in the orchestra

I tell myself it does not matter what one reads-favorite authors, particular themes-as long as we read something. It is not even important to own the books.

We cannot always cry at the right time and who is to say which time is right?

I am a hoarder of two things: documents and trusted friends.

What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?