I love him, and he loves me. And being together makes even the little things better.

What good does it do you to love?

Death only comes when a being has served its purpose. From a narrow perspective, that purpose may not be clear, but in the grand scheme of things, it makes perfect sense.

Only a god can save us.

I would love to play Jimi Hendrix.

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.

I try each day, each month, each year to become a better and better person and to be good to the people I love and let them know how much I appreciate them.

Doubt may be a poor encouragement to do anything, but it is a bad reason for doing nothing.

Little by little, even with other cares, the slowly but surely working poison of the garden-mania begins to stir in my long-sluggish veins.

Weirdly enough, I don't like to pretend. I try to use things in me, and translate them into the situation and the characters, so it always needs to run through my own veins.

If we are not using our brains' capacity for challenge it feels to me as though it atrophies like an unused muscle.

Not for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th'eternal flowering spring