If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

To call that writing, madam, is an insult to quills and ink across the world.

Working full-time as a filmmaker has been a dream come true.

Take every day, love every day, enjoy every day, even if you have a crappy day, find the fun things in it.

This is my first opportunity to visit this part of North Africa, so I am going to be able to go back home and talk about this beautiful country and encourage Americans to travel here.

Thus it cannot be denied that the masses which today form our highest mountains were originally in a liquid state; for a long time they were covered by waters which did not sustain any life.

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!

Self-love, so sensitive in its own cause, has rarely any sympathy to spare for others.

I feel a quarter Indian.

There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and precious little of that.

It is as bad as bad can be: it is ill-fed, ill-killed, ill-kept, and ill-drest.