I just loved making words into stories by the sound of my voice.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and filled myself up with the breeze from the valley. Then I let it out slow so it could get back to its travels, with a little bit of me added to it.

I was saying the right things, but not the really true things.

...how do you run and play when you feel like there are bricks of the heaviest sadness weighing down every part of your body? How do you laugh and talk when there are no laughs left inside of you?

There is never enough time for fun.

There's more than one way to tell each other things, and there's more than one way to listen, too.

...sadness is a powerful foe, maybe harder to keep down than happiness...

God gave us feelings to feel them, not to judge them. He is the Judge.

But you know better than anyone how the Internet sees everything and nothing, all at the same time.

The flowing river nonchalantly reminds us of life: flowing relentlessly

I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a strong mind, an interesting mind, a twisted mind, and also someone that can make me smile.

Look at me and tell me if I dont have Brazil in every curve of my body.

We always have been, we are, and I hope that we always shall be detested in France.

Often even a whole city suffers for a bad man who sins and contrives presumptuous deeds.

The essence of creativity is figuring out how to use what you already know in order to go beyond what you already think.

Let us also go, that we might die with him

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.