As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

At what point do you give up— decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

It's always nice being fancied. It's always nice being wanted. Even it it's by the wrong person.

Resentment leads to rude behaviour.

The only type of men Julia's mother had warned her about were wealthy industrialist who polluted the environment and took advantage of third-world countries. And Republilicans.

Bad wolf. Stop baiting the human.

Many promising reconciliations have broken down because while both parties came prepared to forgive neither party came prepared to be forgiven.

God is my guide, so I try to not judge myself too much, knowing that at the end of the day, my greatest judge will be Jehovah God.

I loved sitting on my veranda sipping quality scotch, puffing a Cuban cigar and watching Cuba on the horizon, or the oceanic vista. Did this late in the evenings many times.

All great artists and thinkers are great workers.

The cliché of the 'Eureka!' moment easily obscures the doubt and uncertainty that are also part of the discovery process.

Anything that happens to you has some bearing upon what you write.

For the Phantom, there is only one girl. For Sam, there is only one horse.