Now that your eyes are open, make the sun jealous with your burning passion to start the day. Make the sun jealous or stay in bed.

I still smell your absence on my skin. It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks...

I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.

There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon.

I want to be the thought that takes your mind off the road and your hand off the steering wheel.

There are people that damage you for life. The day they walked into your life will forever be a turning point you will use to label and count your years with... Your own BC and AD.

You have the face of a man who gently caresses field flowers and dandelions. And a smile that is like a dagger, cutting the sun in halves.

You don't need an ocean to feel like you're drowning. You feel it, between your chest and your throat, the weight of it stretching you outside your self, like a dead fish on the shore.

No one made sense of the love they shared. They didn't get the hang of it either. But together, the clocks of winter stopped.. And autumn's fallen leaves turned, swiftly, scarlet.

Build my night with your cheeks.

The sea is in your eyes. Your face is an eternal summer. Whoever told you otherwise is a fool!

I don't want my life to be defined by what is etched on a tombstone. I want it to be defined by what is etched in the lives and hearts of those I've touched.

Stories live in your blood and bones, follow the seasons and light candles on the darkest night-every storyteller knows she or he is also a teacher..

From desire I plunge to its fulfilment where I long once more for desire.

It is this quality, the power of seeing order in apparent confusion, that has marked the work of all great men.

As an actor there are no drawbacks.

Society forces you to conform.

The graceful ivy, clasping the oak that supported it, would form a whole in which strength and beauty would be equally conspicuous.

Having God's unconditional love does not mean you have God's unconditional approval.

[Left] are very hesitant to criticize [Barack] Obama, but that is beginning to change.

There's all kinds of theories among the cartoonists: start with funniest, end with funniest.