...I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

A sunset will color your dreams.And a sunrise will color your smile.It's all God asks.

As is the curse of Humanity. We constantly rediscover the old and sing platitudes of its newness.

This is what a real teacher does: she opens the gates of our minds to the possibilities of the soul.

Life's objective is life itself.

Belief is the death of intelligence.

All men are alike in their lower natures; it is in their higher characters that they differ.

If you think there's a bogeyman - turn on the light.

The point of acting is to pretend you're someone else and sell a story.

It's pointless to have a nice clean desk, because it means you're not doing anything.

Consider that we shouldn't call our brother a fool, since we don't know ourselves what we are.