Fulfil my wishes, Obey my commands.

You are the ruler of my heart. There is no measure greater than this.

Never surrender to you're passions. Dream and live to excess.

Totally present in this moment for you.

You have to appreciate where you have come from to know who you are in the present and whom you would like to be in the future.

Never stop believing that your dreams are eternal.

Find my hand in the darkness, intertwined you will be the day to my night. We can share wings and take flight towards our own inner light.

Impossible to let go ... No longer knowing how to hold on.

My mind aches with a thousand stories. All variations with shredded threads of truth.

The Phoenix burns and rebirths from the ashes in the absence of need for witness, acceptance, understanding or belief.

She always, She always wanted to express herself but no one cared, So she stopped, She was crushed, Stiff & lifeless, Like everything else.

But who are you?"Percy—" I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. "Gotta go!"What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?

Failure comes only when we forget our ideals and objects and principles.

The Israelis are very smart about politics and strategy, but there are a few exceptions. One is Lebanon, the other is Gaza, where they were completely inept.

If everybody likes you, you are not a very interesting person.

Much of the time, as an actor, you sit around waiting. Most of your life and career, you’re waiting for your agent or your manager to call you.

Anything we take in the Universe, because it has in itself that which is All in All, includes in its own way, the entire soul of the world, which is entirely in any part of it.

I'm trying to figure out the biology of dinosaurs and what they were like as living creatures.

If the Wizard of Oz were real he would be in Hollywood.

The best of causes ruins as quickly as the worst; and the road to Limbo is paved with writers who have done everything I am being sympathetic, not satiric for the very best reasons.

Who's the other kid in the photo?' he asked. 'The sandy-haired guy.' Annabeth's expression tightened. Touchy subject. 'That's Luke,' she said. 'He's dead now.