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

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

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

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.

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

No matter how strong you are, you cannot hold open the jaws of a great-white shark with your bare hands... that can do your brain.

A good story or a book is all about it's power to hold it's readers still till the very last word of it's climax - complexity in language, dialogues, descriptions, everything else is secondary!

The past not merely is not fugitive it remains present.

There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.

Don't be a pal to your son. Be his father. What child needs a 40-year-old for a friend?

It is the surgeon’s duty to tranquillize the temper, to beget cheerfulness, and to impart confidence of recovery.

I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.

It is vital for artists to nurture and protect that which will make their vision unique.

My parents had an experience of life that is as opposite to mine as you can imagine.

If I can drop two touchdowns a game and win, I'll take it every time.