There is not much left to see in this world if one sees her once.

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I'm a thousand others.

Our love is the reason romance was created.

I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.

That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.

If not towards his case to give him glimpses of what could be a happy future, it stayed back at least to warrant her happiness, stayed back with the pain that strangely didn’t hurt anymore.

If a man cries in front of you, it doesn't mean he's weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.

He took the last seat, as usual, a subtle reminder of what he was and what he had become.

She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace.

I kind of view everybody like a rainbow. Everybody on the planet has all the colors of the rainbow inside.

In common use almost every word has many shades of meaning, and therefore needs to be interpreted by the context.

Every great human achievement is preceeded by extended periods of dedicated, concentrated effort.

Yeah, anybody can go in with two turntables and a microphone or a home studio sampler and a little cassette deck or whatever and make records in their bedrooms.

The drives you take for granted ("I'm a hetero/homosexual," "I'm attracted to children/adults," "I'm aggressive/not aggressive," and so on) depend on the intricate details of your neural machinery.

Restraint is the better part of beauty.

If I am happy inside, then I live in paradise no matter where my residence is.

Let God have you, and let God love you - and don’t be surprised if your heart begins to hear music you’ve never heard and your feet learn to dance as never before.

We live in a bubble of the fantasy of death, but the reality of it is something that we obviously all face and have to deal with, at some point.

A gentleman makes no noise; a lady is serene.