i knew his heart was yours but i wanted to become an alchemist to make gold of the pieces i receivedbecause all i ever felt was the dark side of his leaded heart.

her grass seemed greener until a drought cameand cracked the earth beneath you.

unrequited love is likekneeling on uncooked riceand waiting for the boiling water of his kissesto soften the painbut he never comes.

our foundation is rockybecause we made a home in each other’s skin.the damage is beginning to show.

tears swell in the wells of my eyes.love is a constant side effect of mine.

love riddeni searched for youin corridors, open doorsand in endless seas of similesand metaphorsbut we never were on the same page.

you rupturedthe love lakes of my longingand scattered the continents of my heart.

Absent a sense of the preciousness of one's own life, why respect the life of anyone else?

I have always been attracted to male writers who can demonstrate their love and affection for women with ease, yet not draw attention to themselves.

I had a very vivid, almost hallucinatory moment in which I was engaged in a dialogue with my father...

You have to give yourself credit, not too much because that would be bragging.

You have think tanks like the widely respected Atlantic Council that have published reports in the past year that have called Afghanistan a failing state.

I didn't discover curves; I only uncovered them.

If you think humanity can get itself out of all this mess without divine help, then you're not being hopeful - you're hallucinating.

The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.' 'What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow. 'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.

Anything in the entertainment business, there's sharks coming around. It's about staying true to yourself and making sure that, when you look in the mirror, you're happy with what you see.

If I had no duties, and no reference to futurity, I would spend my life in driving briskly in a post-chaise with a pretty woman.