Dear Lover, Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.

Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.

what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two

solder. this is meand you together

...but beautiful mosaics are made of broken pieces.

All of my insecuritiesshine in the dark.

Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.

Dear Lover...you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again

cherry reddenim tornholding closethe smell of warm

It is about time to see within us a real change and let it happen as we have made before we start.

When another comedian has a lousy show, I'm the first one to admit it.

The older I grow the more I become certain that it makes no difference what words we use to tell the same truths.

There are metaphysical problems, problems of human existence, that philosophy has never known how to grasp in all their concreteness and that only the novel can seize.

Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.

I never thought I was good enough actually to write.

Paparazzi need more flattering lenses.

Our faults afflict us more than our good deeds console. Pain is ever uppermost in the conscience as in the heart.

I never said nothing..." "I know you never! I could hear you not saying anything! You've got the loudest silences I ever did hear from anyone who wasn't dead!

Most of my peers in television seem to be from a different planet. I don't hang out with any of them.