If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.

I try to convince myself that it's the alcohol talking. But alcohol can't talk. It just sits there. It can't even get itself out of the bottle.

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

I will be the one to leave you.

Love me less, but love me for a long time.

flagrant, adj. I would be standing right there, and you would walk out of the bathroom without putting the cap back on the toothpaste.

It was a mistake, " you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It's as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.

elliptical, adj.The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It’s as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.

Really, weren't these facts just placeholders until the long view could really assert itself?

yearning n. and adj.At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

Life was simpler when we thought no one cares about what we think.

Wikipedia was a big help for science, especially science communication, and it shows no sign of diminishing in importance.

I've said this before, but I believe more than ever that confidence is sexier than any body part.

Privilege blinds, because it's in its nature to blind. Don't let it blind you too often. Sometimes you will need to push it aside in order to see clearly.

I tend to not want to put labels or categories on the music, only because people come with preconceived ideas about what they're going to hear, or won't come for this reason.

I like the idea of knowing that somebody somewhere made a difference so that your life could be better.

Poetry is the work of poets, not of peoples or communities; artistic creation can never be anything but the production of an individual mind.

Every new skill you learn, every adventure you go on, every new thing you try, it only makes you a better artist.

The duty of labor is written on a man's body: in the stout muscle of the arm,, and the delicate machinery of the hand.

Does Nature supplement what man advanced? Or does she complete what he began?