Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

My favorite songs change every year.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

When I retired from active duty, I still felt that I owed something to my community. That's why I pursued education... I still miss the classroom and recall those days fondly.

In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

I don't know why people are so keen to put the details of their private life in public; they forget that invisibility is a superpower.

Where there's no law, there's no bread.

Our media, which is very open and report on really everything, tend to exaggerate the crime issue...This is why one gets the impression that we have much more crime than other countries.

Long slow distance makes long slow runners.

Complete independence through truth and non-violence means the independence of every unit, be it the humblest of the nation, without distinction of race, colour or creed.

The most difficult part for me is feeling connected to the people that I love but always being on the go to different places.

The feeble-minded, the neurotic, the criminal, perhaps, also, the artist, have unpredictability and perverted innocence in common.

I want people to see my unique charm I have in contrast to the other artists.