She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip on love with. The kind of girl you never forget.

Forbidden things - my God, I'm drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.

Be with someone who willingly runs in the storm with you, not someone who cowers away because of turbulent winds.

She’s into authentic hearts and mind shattering conversations. Good music and quirky art. Weirdness and eccentric people. Love, kindness and genuine souls. She’s into all this and so much more.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

You have dirty hands and dark wild eyes, but by far you are the purest heart I have ever known.

Your soul is so bohemian, free and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let's be mermaids for awhile.

Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back. Love is a collision of two stars -- it's as simple and as complicated as that.

You think you know me, I've barely peeled back one layer.

Anxiety is the monster that resides within.

My sight, hearing and strength are superior and I can fly. What more do you want?

The story goes that one day Socrates stood gazing at a stall that sold allkinds of wares. Finally he said, “What a lot of things I don’t need!

The main thing that I learned from my horrible job experiences was how horrible they were.

I can be not showered and dressed like a slob, but my lip gloss will be on!

Jean-Paul Sartre, the existentialist philosopher who celebrated the anguish of decision as a hallmark of responsibility, has no place in Silicon Valley.

He must have killed a lot of men to have made so much money.

Making my family laugh when I was little - it became an addiction. It was a kind of survival.

Delay is preferable to error.

Happiness that is sought for ourselves alone can never be found.