All language is an aspiration to music.

Misery loves another idiot with a jukebox where his soul should be.

There is no sin in the realm of taste.

This was one of those mid-thirties moments when you take a look at the stale, half-chewed bagel your life has become and kiss jealousy on its smokey mouth.

It was electric and we couldn't deny it anymore, even when our words spoke different the energy we drew from each-other spoke too loud, it was almost impossible to ignore.

It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister.

Self-confidence and self-seeking are the greatest virtues.

I respect the decision of others. But I retain my own deductions.

Psalm 37:44 Delight thyself also in the LORD: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.

We met at a local restaurant.She tweeted from her Smartphone, "Socializing is so liberating compared to being hung on Social media all the time".I liked her tweet and asked for the Bill.

There has to be irony, both in design and in the objects. I see around me a professional disease of taking everything too seriously. One of my secrets is to joke all the time

Nothing old is ever reborn, but neither does it totally disappear. And that which has once been [born], will always reappear in a new form.

I love cloisters, which are the architectural equivalent of a theological concept: perfect freedom within set boundaries.

I have made a pact with my tongue, not to speak when my heart is disturbed.