you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

The egoic madness, or dysfunction, becomes enormously amplified by the science and technology we all have developed.

So, it's a continual process of trial and error and then I find things and I throw it out and start again, but I keep writing it over again.

If we were sensible we would seek death - the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed.

You might as well take a chance on doing what you love.

I believe architecture is a cultural output and I think Rem Koolhaas is one of the rare individuals who was able to really output architecture as cultural artifact.

The more information you have, the more human our heroes become and consequently the less mysterious and godlike. They need to be godlike.

A flat black bug, that is London.

Memory of our good works makes us negligent and leads to arrogance. Do not think of your good deeds, so that God may remember them.

The right hairstyle can make a plain woman beautiful and a beautiful woman unforgettable.

When people are nasty, it gets everybody's attention, and it gives them a name.