Would you still read me when I become a blank page.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

We write to go on living, after we have died.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

There is still peace left in the world, and only those with beauty in their soul, care enough to be it.

My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

As long as you stay determined, you will stay focused and you will succeed

She is afraid of divorce, which will free her, as she was not enough afraid of marriage, which trapped her.

I don’t think this is working out between us, ” I told him. “You and I want different things. It’s not me, it’s you.

real letter-writing ... is founded on a need as old and as young as humanity itself, the need that one human being has of another.

Motivation is when your dreams put on work clothes

By circumstance and perhaps also by inclination, I think in complete intellectual isolation. To expect others to help me think seems to me almost like expecting them to help me digest my food.

We, the English educated Indians, often unconsciously make the terrible mistake of thinking that the microscopic minority of the English-speaking Indians is the whole of India.

The human body experiences a powerful gravitational pull in the direction of hope

I think that new artistic challenges help you grow both as a person, as an artist, and then they feed back into your other work, and tend to magnify it.