You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

Keeping busy is the hardest part. When I find myself still, clear of thoughts, I can still feel you holding me.

We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.

Look up, always. Look back, never.

Beware of relationships that substitute intensity for emotional intimacy.

If your life's at a juncture and you need to think about things, there's nowhere better than home. However old you are.

We all must suffer from one of two pains, the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.

If I am going to trash others for their dumb predictions, I must at least hold myself to the same sort of accountability.

This is a very crucial period and we have got five fantastic candidates. All of them would make excellent leaders of the Party.

If you want to become fully mature in the Lord, you must learn to love truth. Otherwise, you will always leave open a door of deception for the enemy to take what is meant to be yours.

Asking the author of historical novels to teach you about history is like expecting the composer of a melody to provide answers about radio transmission.

I am still an Indonesian citizen.

I lived to make Scott Baio laugh.