In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me.Your life spent sailingto my shores.

Before I fellin love with words, with setting skies and singing birds—it was you I fellin love with first.

I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the other way around—all sad people write.

She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary.For she is his poet, And he is her poetry.

Xs and OsLove is a gameof tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.

Without a doubt, I must read, all the booksI've read about.See the artworkshung on hooks, that I have only, seen in books.

The scatterbrain, is a little like, the patter of rain.Neither here, nor there, but everywhere.

Do you love me?" I ask.In your hesitation I found my answer.

What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:It was like hearing every goodbye ever said tome—said all at once.

To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

As to the pure all things are pure, so the common mind sees far more vulgarity in others than the mind developed in genuine refinement.

President Marcos was investing in precious metals long before he entered politics.

Labour to grow better under all your afflictions, lest your afflictions grow worse, lest God mingle them with more darkness, bitterness and terror.

I just feel like when you fall in love you can't help who you fall in love with. You love who you love; it just is what it is.

The first bond of society is marriage.

I have expressed my opinion through the written word through my books, that is all.

I have such a little face.

Give someone responsibility and they will do their best. Make them accountable and they will do even better.

I don't want people to know anything about me, because that's not important. I'm more interested in the me that takes shape through the characters.