our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

To the extent that in one's act of faith one participates in the truth through reason and heart, faith already implies a particular level of knowledge and of certainty.

The most tragic and deviant behaviour of all is that we live our lives like we will never die, and nonetheless we never live at all.

To have a productive happy life you have to focus on two things: focus on what you want and enjoy what you have.

True Leaders don't create followers, they create more leaders

The biases the media has are much bigger than conservative or liberal. They're about getting ratings, about making money, about doing stories that are easy to cover.

Claret is the liquor for boys port for men but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.

I believe that we start to see our true personalities when we go through the most difficult moments. This is when we get stronger

If you do good work, it tends to stick around. People still come up to me and say, "'The Ref' is my favorite Christmas movie."

I usually find stuff that I hope no one really knows or cares about. If I'm ripping off something that's already brilliant, what's the point?

A fool often fails because he thinks what is difficult is easy.