Sometimes I'm not so sure just who I am either.

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin, forever alive inside her. And when she needs me, I am always here.

Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever.

Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

What's the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you're a villain?

Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.

One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

I know he wants to get serious. He's definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.

The strength of your growth depends on your leader. If the person you are taking counsel from is weaker than you, you are on your way down.

Money has never made man happy, nor will it, there is nothing in its nature to produce happiness. The more of it one has the more one wants.

I'm really happy to see Filipino cuisine starting to really take hold outside of the Pinoy community.

For those of us who live in the shadow of this noisy monster, there aren't too many of us who are sorry to see it go.

I'm passionate about transformation.

A hole is a hole has always been my motto.

I am the best tennis player who cannot play tennis.

Honor's a fine imaginary notion, that draws in raw and unexperienced men to real mischiefs.

Do not let a day go by without taking some time for yourself - some time you spend in pure pleasure, as you see it.

For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?