Let me be clear. I applaud self love. I appreciate self value. But if you're not capable of loving another person just as much... you will never experience true love.

Promise me this. When you find yourself in need of inspiration, bypass the roses that will clamor aimlessly for attention. And focus on the souls who have actually 'lived' among the thorns.

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.

I am often asked what made me the way I am. And my answer is always this: I've always been me. It just took awhile to find me under all the rubble.

How to raise sons who respect women:Never give them the opportunity to see you disrespect yourself.

If everyone only gave a fraction of the compassion their hearts are capable of giving... how much suffering could we alleviate in this world?

I used to worry about tomorrow, but that was before I survived yesterday. Now it's one breath at a time.

Show me a little bit of your soul under all those pretty words you spill, and I promise you I will drink every last drop.

And I find myself asking again and again.... What was it about such a beautiful man, who was able to leave such ugly scars?

Every word on every page, represents a love that captured this heart... fully, and never set it free.

Finding love on your doorstep will make you open up your heart to the world.

Religion is a theory about everything that needs to be proved only after death those who prove or disprove it never come back to us to tell the story

With some people solitariness is an escape not from others but from themselves. For they see in the eyes of others only a reflection of themselves.

I don't care what they call me as long as they mention my name.

Not to be mean about it, but some great rock and rollers, like Bo Diddley and Chuck Berry, are pretty one-dimensional.

You wanna get diarrhoea? Eat industrial food.

Read two newspapers a day. And not just online. Hold them in your hands. Get ink on your fingers.

We're all seeking...the rapture of being alive.

Let those possess the land, and only those, Who love it with a love so strong and stupid That they may be abused and taken advantage of And made fun of by business, law, and art.

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.