We were one, even in the darkest corner.

They always come back, but we don’t always answer.

I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

We grow apart because we grow in different stages and not all of our stages align.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

Bad people often end up as heroes.

For her and Nurul merely to share a meal cooked in their own kitchen was a triumph

A life spent in fear is not much of a life at all.

Share yourself with others after you have first spent some time with yourself.

Because of the spin-meisters and the focus groups and the way politics is run now. It's run by polls and focus groups. So it's even more true today, I think, than it was some 40 years ago.

Curiosity is natural to the soul of man and interesting objects have a powerful influence on our affections.

I'm much too young to feel this damn old.

Facebook itself has an interest in having great content so that its users keep coming back.

None of us is alone in this world; each of us is a vital piece of the great mosaic of humanity as a whole.

I feel I should be doing stupid stuff, but I'm not going to.