Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.

You are, and always have been, my dream.

In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - when you least expect it - sets you on a course that you never planned, into a future you never imagined.

I want you to be.... happy.

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

You can't live your life for other people. You've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.

Writing the last page of the first draft is the most enjoyable moment in writing. It's one of the most enjoyable moments in life, period.

You have limited time on this planet. Convert each moment into Perl by spreading happiness. Giving is much more fulfilling than taking.

The best of who you are is not from who you have in your life, rather who they helped you become because they loved you.

An outlier does not lack knowledge but has the interdisciplinary understanding to see things differently.

Somewhere on the world was the Emperor's palace, set amid one hundred square miles of natural soil, rainbowed with flowers.

I felt in a lot of instances I was deliberately being put through stress because when you're a guy who generates money, people have a vested interested in controlling you.

Inner silence is for our race a difficult achievement. There is a chattering part of the mind which continues, until it is corrected, to chatter on even in the holiest places.

My designs and labors and aspirations are my only friends.

In some ways, you can say that at any time in any writer's career: 'He might have run out of ideas.'

Now people look at 'The Scream' or Van Gogh's 'Irises' or a Picasso and see its new content: money. Auction houses inherently equate capital with value.

Nobody could paint eyes like El Greco and nobody can paint eyes like Walter Keane.