You are an artist, I am an artist, all the people around you and me are artists. Don't try to hide your scars, highlight them with the brush and you'll become an attractive piece of art

I don't believe in your version of love, I have my own

As soon as he closed the door of his room, The sadness came out of the walland asked"Where were you all the day

While you are laughing madly, There is someone crying inside you

No one else, but the silence of the night cried with me

I have good friends who listen to me for hours, the walls of my room

I am scared of this emptiness, pull me out of my body

Some people love me for being odd, and some want to kill me for the same reason

The silence is becoming more poisonous and I have no one to talk with, not even my own self

You haven't written anything about me yet!" She said in a complaining wayHe replied in a sorrowful tone "I wish you could read my unwritten poems

Some people are angels sent to you by God at your weakest moments.

You can quarrel with a person's ideas, but not with their experience.

What is the intersection between technology, art and science? Curiosity and wonder, because it drives us to explore, because we're surrounded by things we can't see.

In blues, classical and jazz, you get more revered with age.

The sign of a good marriage is that everything is debatable and challenged; nothing is turned into law or policy. The rules, if any, are known only to the two players, who seek no public trophies.

The emergencies you train for almost never happen. It's the one you can't train for that kills you.

The people who are making money are the ones who are writing and singing their own songs.

Nature never sends a great man into the planet, without confiding the secret to another soul.

I'm a closet Backstreet Boys fan. They're very sweet

Rock & roll is a type of sensuous music unfit for impressionable minds.