Our love is the reason romance was created.

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I'm a thousand others.

I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.

That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.

If not towards his case to give him glimpses of what could be a happy future, it stayed back at least to warrant her happiness, stayed back with the pain that strangely didn’t hurt anymore.

If a man cries in front of you, it doesn't mean he's weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.

He took the last seat, as usual, a subtle reminder of what he was and what he had become.

She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace.

He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!

You haven't really been anywhere until you've got back home.

We're all waiting for the opportunity to do big films but you have to wait your turn - unless you get offered something like Twilight when you're 20! Otherwise, you just have to keep slogging away.

Paris, true to its promise, had been a place of civilized indecencies, or uncivil decencies.

Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt.

Is human love the growth of the human will ?

Honey, if you've had your eye on a piece of talent and that chick down the road has been getting all the action, then you know what you gotta do... Try A Little Bit Harder.

The fun of being in the pop world is you can really play with people's perceptions of what the word pop means.

All big things are made up of trifles. My entire life has been built on trifles.

Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination. [Lat., Factis ignoscite nostris Si scelus ingenio scitis abesse meo.]

Just do it. Get it down on the page. Work hard. And then let go. Ask yourself why you want to write. You have to be clear about that.