i want to be stronger, so i can protect what i love more.

I am living breathing freedom.

What I always say is that Japanese are like willow. We can be bent easily, but once you try to break us, it would not be so easy.

Wherever I wander off to, when I draw, when I paint, I get my life back. I am lucky that I am an Artist.

I am single because I am allergic for cursing words and bad table manners

The key to keep a great friendship is not to make friends with the people who are really not your friend.

Everybody has own gifts from God. You just need to seize the right time, right place and right person to be found.

When I need some striking inspiration about deep depression for my new painting, I just need to go to check my bank account.

If we have received a precious gift from God, it is our imagination. When we tap into our powers of imagination, we are bombs of possibilities.

If somebody tells me what to do, I will do my best not to do it.

How come I have too many things to do all the time...??

in a crowd of roses, choose to be a sunflower.thornless. unwithering. abundant in seeds

My look is pretty low maintenance, I have a great team around me for hair and make-up, and they have also taught me some great tricks over the years for when I'm doing my own.

Be willing to share all of who you are. So many of us want a partner, but we're not willing to show all of us.

Habits are the daughters of action, but then they nurse their mother, and produce daughters after her image, but far more beautiful and prosperous.

God knows it's a sign of a really sick mind to see grown people, adults with responsibilities, wearing class rings.

Laboratories are useful, but reflection for us must always start from experience.

Only a pint at breakfast-time, and a pint and a half at eleven o'clock, and a quart or so at dinner. And then no more till the afternoon; and half a gallon at supper-time. No one can object to that.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy!

With my singing I can make, a refuge for my spirit's sake; a house of shining words, to be my fragile immortality.

Fatherhood didnt change me in the beginning very much.