If you fight yourself, you will lose, and fighting leaves scares.

Everyone's a little crazy. Some people just hide it better than others.

Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look.

You are what happiness means to me. And I would rather have today with you than forever with anyone else.

This is a love story. Twisted and messy. Flawed and screwed up. But it's ours. It's us. I don't know how our story will end. but I know it will start.

I'll love you to ruins.

I know what I can do to a girl with a word, a look, a touch. And I want to do them all to her.

Does anyone know how to start a fire?"Blank stares. "So we can't start a fire, " [Jamie] said. "We can't fly. We can't create a force field. We are the most bullshit superheroes.

It's like you're a mirror and you show me who I want to be, instead of who I am.

You think it can't get worse than wanting someone and not having them, but it can. You can want someone, have them, and want them more. Still. Always. You can never get enough.

I kind of want to see Mara Crucio their asses.

None should say : 'I can trust, ' or 'I cannot trust' until he is a master of the option, of trusting or not trusting.

110, 111 whatever it takes!"Michael Keaton character in Mr. Mom

The most beautiful thing about the most beautiful roads is that the destination is forgotten and the journey becomes the destination itself!

Maybe it's not finding a reason, it's trusting that there is one.

I have to say that I reject somewhat the distinction between something called art and something called public art. I think all art demands and desires to be seen.

What could be lonelier than trying to communicate?

We are all one Energy Stream, but what makes the separations or distinguishes the differences is perspective. You are a unique and individual perspective.

Look at the world around you & imagine it in a better way.

I didn't know fashion or any of that until the label gave me a stylist.

Have you ever been so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved's hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence?