She shook her head, her smile fading a little. “I forget you’re a rock star now. To me, you’re just Logan.”I took her hand. “That’s all I want to be.

She haunts my dreams.Shadows of the past.Ripping my heart down the seams.No one to blame but me.I'm a lone wolf now, but I still stare up at the moon, Call her name and wonder if she's looking too...

You made me feel like I was the most important person in the world to you, and then you showed me I never really mattered at all.” I stood up. “I hate you for that, Log

You want to prove you never stopped loving me?” She got up and stared down at me. “Start by trusting me with the truth.

Love and hate aren't as far apart as you think.

I ordered a hot chocolate and Chandler got a black coffee. He smiled over at me. "Still no love for coffee?"I shook my head. "Nah, why have bitter and gross when I can have sweet and delicious?

Come closer." His voice was more of a growl than a whisper. Hot.

His deep voice rumbled. "You are all that ever mattered to me.

When we turn to the heavens to look for inspiration, we miss the most important piece, and that is the person right there next to us.

Critics are to authors what dogs are to lamp-posts.

As gold and silver are weighed in pure water, so does the soul test its weight in silence, and the words that we let fall have no meaning apart from the silence that wraps them round.

Rebellion leads to ruin.

If I didn't have my camera to remind me constantly, I am here to do this, I would eventually have slipped away, I think. I would have forgotten my reason to exist.

I find singing as somebody else very liberating, it just frees me up.

The soul is silent. If it speaks at all it speaks in dreams.

So long as the stereotype is used as a way of understanding how to fix the problem as opposed to demonizing a people or writing them off, then I think it's OK.

An acting teacher once told me, 'Greet everything with yes... Even if you abandon one idea for another one, saying yes allows you to move forward.'