You can't be in my world...You live in this one.

Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.

There is the purity of love, harmonious in every way, but not meant for a lifetime, and then there is the steady love of commitment - no less real but completely different. She had both.

Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine.

We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn't love much at all.

Connecting with someone is not necessarily a bond with a significant other, or even a friend, but can be the indefinable - perhaps the rarest and most precious thing in life to find at all.

Even "meant to be" takes work.

I'd rather be befriended as an aimless lost soul than be befriended for adornment, gain or goal.

Am I a friend or a prospect? Imagine how much kinder life would be if people put as much effort into befriending others instead of trying to sell them something.

Where are the memories that held us together? Where are the dreams that were yet to come? I'm afraid to be happy. I shouldn't be happy. If I'm happy without you does that mean I've told you goodbye?

One of the disadvantages to having a choice is the inevitability to hang oneself on freedoms rope.

When your destiny is calling, answer The call.

Hypocrisy annoys me, people need to look into mirrors. Let me hold a mirror in front of your face.

When I was born, they put casts on my legs 'cause I had some kind of dysplasia or something. My legs were all messed up.

In vain we build the city if we do not first build the man.

Many, many people have done a lot more sexual experimentation than I have.

Ideally, the writer needs no audience other than the few who understand that it is immodest and greedy to want more.

I try to spend my time on areas that I think are important for the future, and where I think I can add value.

Be good to yourself. Listen to your body, to your heart. We're very hard on ourselves, and we're always feeling like we're not doing enough. It's a terribly hard job.

Facts are stupid things — stubborn things, I should say.

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.