I write these words to touch you, My love, In places my hands can only dream of.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

We write to go on living, after we have died.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

There is still peace left in the world, and only those with beauty in their soul, care enough to be it.

My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

The beautiful affair of sun, sky and the sea brings a perfect moment of love, peace and joy

(…)man holds the remedy in his own hands, and lets everything go its own way, simply through cowardice- that is an axiom.

Nobody objects to a woman being a good writer or sculptor or geneticist if at the same time she manages to be a good wife good mother good looking good tempered well groomed and unaggressive.

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.

Basketball has taught me that no matter how unlikely something is, if you set a goal, and follow after that goal with all your heart, anything is possible.

I know I still had to take money from my parents, because no one can afford to live in Manhattan, not even the rich people.

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

God, bless me with luxury. Necessities I can do without.

Isn't all religions curious? If they weren't you wouldn't get anyone to believe them.

We can't have Donald Trump in the White House.