I’m nothing, here. A lowly surveillance analyst. Being the hero could have meant something good for me. Could have changed my whole

They’d come for you, and this time they’d come with we

The second day, I watched you suffer through one of your nightmares, but this one was worse than I’d seen before. You called out another man’s name.

I watched you roll off me and step away from the bed in silence, but when the heat of your body was gone, I wanted it back.

I wanted to take your hand into mine and kiss it.I never dared.

Not your distress. Never that. I loved— I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the same bed. Even if it meant waking up with a few new bruises.

I was asked a series of ques

I didn’t know what

I gave you all my secrets, and you lost them all. You lost a lot of things.But the treasure of it was in the giving, not the keeping.

I loved you even when you forgot me.And—for a little while—you loved me back.

I know you’ve forgotten me, but I’ll remember you as long as I live.

To find beauty, look above the boundaries of conformity.

No mountain is of any appreciable height to break the curve of the sphere.

The happy have whole days, and those they choose.The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.

Respect those who respects you, kick asses who don't.

I don’t know why you’re enjoying this so much.”“Because I am a connoisseur of fine irony. ’Tis a bit like fine wine, but has a better bite.

...my writing is a wild mustang - more thunderous than a lightning storm -and all my skill which I call art, is devoted to simply staying on...

I haven't killed anyone on television in years and years. Must have been twenty something years.

Beauty, pleasure, and the good things of life are intensified, and perhaps only exist, by reason of contrast.

You know you're getting older when they're making TV shows, sequels or plays for things that you did. It's very flattering and very humbling, indeed.