There are ghosts of yourself scattered everywhere, Whispers of a moment suspended in time, Where every life that you've brushed up againstNow lives with a piece of you trapped in their mind.

There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask "What if I fall?"Oh but my darling, What if you fly?

what if I fall? oh, my darling, but if you fly?

Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it's not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold, You don't deserve my spring.

It's not the endings that will haunt youBut the space where they should lie, The things that simply fadedWithout one final wave goodbye.

My mother always told meNo monster lived beneath my bed, But she had failed to warn meIt laid on top of it instead.

Your blindness to my downfall, Has gone too far to be a joke, As I stand ablaze before you, And you tell me you smell smoke.

Don't ever think you're alone here, We've just been trapped in different hells, And people aren't against you dear, They're just all for themselves.

Ignorance is an illusion

What separates the best from the rest is just the attitude.

Good gods, female, ” Addolgar muttered. “What did you do with yourself before I came into your life?”“I lived quietly alone in my cave, ” she snapped back. “And I was quite happy there, too.

As perfume to the flower so is kindness to speech.

Mere change is not growth. Growth is the synthesis of change and continuity, and where there is no continuity there is no growth.

I once lost five years listening to a Pink Floyd album.

We must protect ourselves from jihadis without losing ourselves.

I believe we are all geniuses-each in our own unique way.

The goal of this presentation is to impress, rather than inform.

Convention and restriction release inhibition and provoke the imagination.