We wrote our names in the sandYou crossed mine out: I can't getback to the way I was.

Hold your venomDo you recognise the instinctin me, fellow scorpion?

If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit alonein a disused theatre and feel whatI have felt, see how the world hastransformed me, like the metamorphosisof a caterpillar.

Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to crawl with thesedead legs, refusing to co-operateHands and fingers clawing uselesslythrough the grains of sand...

I fix the cramped, lined pageswith my curious stare. How do youcome to exist?

It is just my imagination that flies, While she is wrapped up in her bedsheetslike a nest.

I will never have greater respect than for the man that realizes he was wrong and graciously admits it without a single excuse.

Lust shouts. Love whispers. Only the heart knows the difference.

Dignity is to have a dream, a strong one, which gives you a vision, a world where you have a place, where whatever it is you have to contribute makes a difference.

There are times when you don't know yourself. There are times when you don't want to know yourself. There are times when you want to be what you have never allowed yourself to be before.

If a thing is right it can be done, and if it is wrong it can be done without; and a good man will find a way.

We seem to spend a lot of our time in very small spaces spouting a lot of dialogue very quickly.

I love being funny and talking with fellas.

I look at raising funds for The Perlman Music Program as a challenge and as a way to provide opportunities for people who care about the future of classical music.

I've tried to meditate, but I feel like I always overthink the process. When I need to calm my mind, I will go for a family hike...

Within 10 years computers won't even keep us as pets.