The first kiss is the deepest.""The last breath is the hardest.

And even when they refuse to listen, I'll keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

When you have something this good, you keep it. Forever. And that's all the magic there is to it.

This is a story about survival.Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life.The things left unsaid...

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.

And you left your mark on me...With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one.

Stop setting yourself on fire for people who just stand to watch you burn.

The best way to prepare for death is to live life to its fullest.

Write regularly, whether you feel like writing or not, and whether you think what you're writing is any good or not.

I'm quite disappointed that I'm still the last man on the moon.

I think the melody is the first time I hear in a song and if I like the melody, then I'll pay closer attention to the lyrics.

For want of a block, man will stumble at a straw.

My mother loved people and she loved conversation, and she loved to engage with people. She was a really fantastic person. You would've really liked her.

The regret on our side is, they used to say years ago, we are reading about you in science class. Now they say, we are reading about you in history class.

My position is that you do not have to practice a religion in order to have a religion.

There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half. Useless on its own, needing something else to be truly defined.

In cities like Athens, poor houses lined narrow and tortuous streets in spite of luxurious public buildings.