There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon.

I still smell your absence on my skin. It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks...

I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.

I want to be the thought that takes your mind off the road and your hand off the steering wheel.

There are people that damage you for life. The day they walked into your life will forever be a turning point you will use to label and count your years with... Your own BC and AD.

You have the face of a man who gently caresses field flowers and dandelions. And a smile that is like a dagger, cutting the sun in halves.

You don't need an ocean to feel like you're drowning. You feel it, between your chest and your throat, the weight of it stretching you outside your self, like a dead fish on the shore.

No one made sense of the love they shared. They didn't get the hang of it either. But together, the clocks of winter stopped.. And autumn's fallen leaves turned, swiftly, scarlet.

Build my night with your cheeks.

The sea is in your eyes. Your face is an eternal summer. Whoever told you otherwise is a fool!

Count your salted wounds then name themlike the stars of a bright constellationCount your scars and bruises then give themthe wings of forgiveness to fly

Big banks have long had private equity divisions that put up capital for deals too complex or risky for individual shareholders to finance.

The truth is that from birth on we are, to one extent or another, a fairly sensual species.

I told you I was trouble, you know that I'm no good.

And there is no use whatever, gentlemen, trying to help people who do not help themselves. You cannot push any one up a ladder unless he be willing to climb a little himself.

We've got some new ways to make slaves here.

The reality comes first, and the symbol comes after. I see these things, and suddenly they become symbolic of life.

There may be more to learn from climbing the same mountain a hundred times than by climbing a hundred different mountains.

There are so many people in the closet, and we are giving them an opportunity to come out of the closet and just admit they like to smoke.

If the depths of everyone's sin was made public, we would all be much more gracious to each other.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.