Your kiss swallows meAnd engulfs my very soul

As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?

Coming down life's highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space

Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Life doesn't revolve around youIt revolves around those you love

Thankful another tomorrow greetsAs I drink from cup of time And prepare to lock the door behind meand leave it to others

When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time

There is nothing to fearFrom your reflection

Life is the night skyAll the dots of stars are happiness

Each day is always breaking out anew Aspirations swirling round what you do

We learn and grow Always building on what we know

Sleep like you can never be deadDream as if you have a soul inside your head

To act as though we have hope is to keep hope alive

I was born to make mistakes, not to be perfect.

My stories are very somber, so I think I need the comic ingredient. Besides, life has so much humor.

I am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.

I have people that are affected by what I do, what I say, and that would be the one place where it gets complicated. But being honest and truthful - I just believe that's the best way to be.

It is always safe to assume, not that the old way is wrong, but that there may be a better way.

If Stalin ever told me to urinate, I'm not sure I'd be able to.

The permanence of all books is fixed by no effort friendly or hostile, but by their own specific gravity, or the intrinsic importance of their contents to the constant mind of man.

One of the great things about having been on Lost is people coming up and feeling so enthusiastic about the show and saying, "Oh it provided us so much entertainment," or "It inspired conversations."