...people demonize certain types of crime - it's a way of distancing ourselves from the monsters...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

Some people won't go the extra mile, and then on their birthday, when no one makes a fuss, they feel neglected and bitter.

My everyday beauty routine is always rushed and pretty simple.

Nothing satisfies an individual incapable of enjoyment.

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

I'm not an academic, but I'm someone who has a great passion for science and wants to convey the idea that science is for everyone.

Not all cartoon humor is just about having bugged-out eyes and tongues flying out of people's heads.

I like people's attitudes more than fashion or beauty or whatever it is.

In general, science journalism concerns itself with what has been published in a handful of peer-reviewed journals - Nature, Cell, The New England Journal of Medicine - which set the agenda.

I have made a pact with my tongue, not to speak when my heart is disturbed.

The man who never dreams, goes slowly mad.