The skin of her face, parched by the monotonous dietof salty rain, with tremendous effortgave wayto a smile.

Now me and musicplay hide and seek.

Music itself has taught me never to underestimate a mistake, for, in the midst of all, it’s often in that mistake where the realm of the unexpected creation is hidden.

To hide away from the world whose loveless heart has gone astrayand its inhabitants what could be a safer place than my imagination?

I cover the floor with a thin layer of imagination so that i’ll always land softly.

Such dreams provide this temporary illusion of a life that has meaning.

you’re ignoring me so loud that it’s deafening. This silence is so deep that it’s echoing.

the pavement makes no soundas it touches your feetcalm and constantlike silence on repeatlanguidly your thoughts bleedinto the evening airin crimson red the words read'some things are beyond repair

To think that two bodies, crooked by life into question marks, when encountering one another did not form a heart.. To do that, all we needed was to look each other in the eye. But you looked away.

it’s miraculous how the shallow can injure in such a profound way.

I love it when there’s nothingLeft to see but tiny spots of what’s still lightStories piercing the night.

To respect the dignity of a relationship also implies accepting the end when it comes. Except in my mind, except in my dreams, where the aftertaste of her still lingers.

Take what you can from your dreams, Make them as real as anything...

We will build a great wall. We are going to drain the swamp.

I want to get everybody out of the shadows, get the economy working, and not let employers like Donald Trump exploit undocumented workers, which hurts them, but also hurts American workers.

Yeah you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Good-bye.

When you think of how history is revealed, we know certain things to be facts at certain periods of time, which turn out not to be so factual as time marches on.

The mind demands rules; the facts demand exceptions.

So all the rest is O.K., but fame is a hollow ground, isn't it? It's an empty kind of thing.

Vision gives you the impulse to make the picture your own.

Opportunities energize the faithful and paralyze the fearful.