I love you more than the cookie monster loves cookies.

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.

Fire and water, logic and reason—those footholds of reality that you mortals hold so near and dear become like so much mist on the plains of the dreamscape.

But such occasions of excellence became less and less frequent. As her technique became sounder, [her] sincerity became less necessary.

Oh, for Christ's sake,' I hear. 'Can we please just try to have a good time?' This is like ordering someone to find you attractive, and it doesn't work. I've tried it.

It'll never go away until the fear you are running from is finally embraced.

The Television is the monster of hell.

The conversation of those who like to lord it over us is very disagreeable. But we should always be ready to graciously acknowledge the truth, no matter in what guise it comes to us.

As long as there are big corporations, there will be big unions. The economic power of big business will be matched by the economic power of the big unions.

When I left the Lampoon, I went west to try that out, and discovered that I hated it.They were awful people turning out awful product .

Be Charitable before wealth make thee covetous, and loose not the glory of the Mite.

The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height.