I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

Because we are human. We adapt, we adjust, and we think too damn much.

I think, as you get older, that's when your ambitions become "peculiar".

I've liked most of the films that I've been in and those are the kinds of films I like to see.

I think the James Bond thing has sailed. But of course I would want to be a Bond villain. They are great parts. I think it's highly unlikely, but one can always dream.

Afflictions tend to wean us from the world - and to fix our affections on things above.

Where do you draw the line between peace and justice? If you ask the victims, they want more justice; if you ask the potential victims, they want more peace.

I like 'Shameless.' The first season I just watched it straight through. I literally didn't get up. I just had to finish it.

I've been fortunate with the changeup. I've been able to throw it for strikes.

In the secular view, suffering is never seen as a meaningful part of life but only as an interruption.

Seeing is in some respect an art, which must be learnt.