I was much younger, much hungrier, much more alone. But I was myself, pared down to the essentials.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Barely halfway back, exhaustion sets in. What if I don’t make it? An edge of panic gets intercepted by a calmer inner voice: Look behind you.

The northern soldiers are just men, ” Hal told the men in his command. “And women, ” he amended. “When you cut them, they bleed, just like us.

When you are a grown up your brothers become your neighbors and your unconditional brotherhood become your conditional neighborhood.

p.s.: I know you're rolling your eyes right now, but I don't care. Honestly, it's always kind of been a turn on.

Happiness that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life impels us through all its mazes and meanderings but leads none of us by the same route.

What the tech industry often forgets is that with age comes wisdom. Older workers are usually better at following direction, mentoring, and leading.

Be yourself. Don't imitate other poets. You are as important as they are.

What’s my greatest weakness? Sad stories, people with problems

There is a Tony the Tiger inside of all of us just waiting to be unleashed.

My heart seem[s] colder than March but on the flipside of things, it's still warmer than June.