You have dirty hands and dark wild eyes, but by far you are the purest heart I have ever known.

Forbidden things - my God, I'm drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.

Be with someone who willingly runs in the storm with you, not someone who cowers away because of turbulent winds.

She’s into authentic hearts and mind shattering conversations. Good music and quirky art. Weirdness and eccentric people. Love, kindness and genuine souls. She’s into all this and so much more.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

Your soul is so bohemian, free and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let's be mermaids for awhile.

Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back. Love is a collision of two stars -- it's as simple and as complicated as that.

You think you know me, I've barely peeled back one layer.

Put the two of us together and we become like moonlight and fireflies... all burning and glowing and lighting up the night.

Today is the best day with great possibilities and opportunities, so change yourself to start a new beginning.

The foolishness of youth with the cynicism of age is a dangerous combination.

Don't curse the darkness - light a candle.

Everyone, red state, blue state, everyone supports space exploration.

You can watch any episode you want and have a compelling story being told.

My father builds homes. So I grew up around the idea that you can take a piece of land, and you can bulldozer it and build new homes on it. You can create something new.

She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)

there comes a time when ambition ceases to burn, or romance to stir, and the highest cry of the human heart is for peace.

Don't forget to duck!