Not many get to see this side of him. So, if you do, know that you’re lucky.

When my worldwas nothing but darknessI set my soul on fire.

I lived for so long without you, only dreaming of the concept of you. And, now that I know you, I can't imagine going back there... to a me that didn't know your name.

She chose messy, she chose wild. She chose life on her own terms.

We can feel damaged and sad and mad and know that it doesn’t make us any less worthy than when we didn’t feel that way.

Sometimes, the emptiness comes to fill the space between my heart and my head. It consumes every thought, every corner of my mind, like demons that can’t be put to bed.

Fear is a fickle friend who will loyally stand by your side as long as you allow it to diminish you.

There is a reasonthat the worldis not black and white, for chaosdemands color.

I promise permanence. I promise persistence. I promise that falling in love was just the beginning for us.

So many questionsbut nothing to say, in this current momentwe are still so farfrom the answers.

Falling in love with you was out of my control, but I do have a say in what happens next. And, I will choose to stay in love with you through everything this life throws at us.

What really happened doesn't matter. What matters is how we agree to remember it.

My wife and I had words - but I never got to use mine.

I manage to hide in my movies.

Great poetry does not have to be technically intricate.

Nature makes nothing incomplete, and nothing in vain.

Every man carries a wound. I have never met a man without one. No matter how good your life may have seemed to you, you live in a broken world full of broken people.

It's not like I sit around watching my movies again and again, but I've never quite believed actors when they say they don't watch themselves.

If you have an idea and I have an idea - then we EACH have JUST ONE idea...but if you share your idea with me and I do the same...we EACH have TWO ideas!

we can forgive anything as long as it isn't done to us.

E-mail creates the illusion that you're writing. You're not.