...life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you're only existing. Not living. I want to live.

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin, forever alive inside her. And when she needs me, I am always here.

Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever.

Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

What's the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you're a villain?

Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.

One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

I know he wants to get serious. He's definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.

It is not that I'm so smart. But I stay with the questions much longer.

They who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor S

We have reduced the understanding of prayers to incantations.

And above all things, never think that you're not good enough yourself. A man should never think that. My belief is that in life people will take you at your own reckoning.

Being sexy doesn't mean you shouldn't be safe.

I think that somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision.

In the meantime, I would drink, rest, and ponder the meaning of this mob.

That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.

In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were green leaves in a darkened chamber, Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.

A big lesson that I'm always having to be reminded of is, you can't control how you feel, but you can control how you respond.