In silence we are loving and kind

My tongue remembers your wounded flavor.The vein in my neckadores you. A swordstands up between my hips, my hidden fleece sends forth its scent of human oil.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my troth, for our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul

If I cannot brag of knowing something then I brag of not knowing it at any rate brag.

Trust the tale, not the teller.

But to fall in love does not mean to love. One can fall in love and still hate.

I think it's really hard to work in a city where you live too, because I get so absorbed with the movie that I become a bad friend and a bad participant in my own life.

Lana looked at me like I’d just said I’d never watched Bring It On, or something.

If I was able to tell my story with the passion I felt, my lecture might help others find a path to fulfilling their own dreams.

I work to loud music - hard-rock stuff like AC/DC, Guns 'n Roses, and Metallica have always been particular favorites - but for me the music is just another way of shutting the door.

I had a strong faith that I would, eventually, have a baby.