I’m mistaken….for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.

When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI'll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

He brought out the worst in me, and was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it’s own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.

When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.

…..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.

You cannot mistake thisYou cannot reinvent this moment You cannot call this loveIt is so much more

You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest.

You’re a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.

Religion is like drugs, it destroys the thinking mind.

...you suddenly realise that every chance of being the person you really wanted to be, is gone for ever, and the one you were, is the one those around you will remember.

The human race has had long experience and a fine tradition in surviving adversity. But we now face a task for which we have little experience the task of surviving prosperity.

If you had half as much brains as you have beard, you would have looked before you leaped.

I like to direct for the big screen.

You needn't consult me about redecorating. I know no female can live two days in a house and leave anything as it was. I shall be much astonished if I can find my way about when I return.

The old Lakota was wise. He knew that man's heart, away from nature, becomes hard; he knew that lack of respect for growing, living things soon led to lack of respect for humans too.

A story can be new and yet tell about olden times. The past comes into existence with the story.

I would work as a cook, get a little money, then open another restaurant.

Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.