As he took her handhe gave herall she had beenwaiting for--a shiverdown her spine.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

I am empowered by every problem to seek the power of God.

I’m fulfilling my calling when I seek to uphold righteousness in all spheres of life

Digging deep inside you as a writer will damn near kill you at times. But in the end, your words will be true and undeniable for the reader, and that is all that ever really matters in writing.

In all, Nigeria belongs to us all and we have a personal responsibility to see that it succeeds

Nereus spun and expanded, turning into a killer whale, but I grabbed his dorsal fin as he burst out of the water.A whole bunch of tourists went, "

Banquet: a plate of cold, hairy chicken and artificially coloured green peas completely surrounded by dreary speeches and appeals for donations.

Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.

Bravery escapes more dangers than cowardice.

Our strength grows out of our weakness.

There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all.