I romanticize life the way artists see scenery or a dreamer gazes up at the stars.

Starting out a new day gives hope for new adventures, villains and hero's to cross your path. Make the most of it.

The point of dreams was never to be the affordable option, it was the one everyone else saw as a mistake and every creative person saw as an opportunity.

Distraction is reading written word and when I seek to make distraction I write the words I wish to be enveloped in.

I wake up to find magic, I seek dreams and I crave imagination. This is my creed.

To dream is to have a chest filled with stars, a mind captivated by possibilities and a heart enveloped in imagination.

Let us runaway to the aspirations we dream of in our childish moments, where magic is real and we are unstoppable.

There are times when I'm writing where time feels irrelevant. Those are the moments I know I'm creating magic.

Adventures call a valiant few, happenstance calls many.

The moment I realize I just stayed up until five in the morning writing is that moment I know I am meant to be a writer.

Rain storms are destructive and renewing, I want to turn my bad days into rain storms.

With people you can never tell, Will they have changed when next we meet? But here in my dear old home at least, The plums still smell as sweet. / 人はいさ 心も知らず ふるさとは 花ぞ昔の 香ににほひける

I pity the atheist, for he can never fully appreciate a sinful pleasure.

Some days I feel like I'm only the fire hydrant to Westminster dog show.

You know you're screwed when a Western doctor recommends acupuncture.

You are perfectly entitled to invent your life and to claim that it's true.

Thine to work as well as pray, Clearing thorny wrongs away; Plucking up the weeds of sin, Letting heaven's warm sunshine in.

If you can take advantage of a situation in some way, it's your duty as an American to do it.

Saddam's goal is to achieve the lifting of U.N. sanctions while retaining and enhancing Iraq's weapons of mass destruction programs. We cannot, we must not and we will not let him succeed.

I think we’re like farm animals before an earthquake.

One lamp — thy mother’s love — amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before The throne of God, burn through eternity - Holy — as it was lit and lent thee here.