I'll put you in a jar on my shelf for a cold, rainy day when I need you the most.

I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.

I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.

I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

These days, I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe. My chest pounds with every heart beat like you're here, again, standing in front of me, your two hands around my neck.

You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

Keeping busy is the hardest part. When I find myself still, clear of thoughts, I can still feel you holding me.

We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.

I’d rather not know what lies ahead because I like the dark. I like thinking there is something good in the places I can’t see. And that’s not ignorance. That’s just hope.

Reading is reading - no matter what the material.

Intelligence is the capacity to know what we are doing and instinct is just instinct. The results are about the same.

We may be focused on looking forward and upward yet looking inward can be the easiest path to take.

I carry your kindness wherever I go. That way your love touches far more than just me.

Anyone willing to do what is required to become president of the United States is thereby barred from taking that office. I'm only half joking

Whatever you have to say, leave The roots on, let them Dangle And the dirt Just to make clear Where they come from.

The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.

I'm always working. If I'm not in my studio I become quite nervous.

Cooking meat over a fire is one of the most stirring of those ritual acts, usually performed outdoors, on special occasions, in public, and by men.