you saywe were nevermeant for this vowed life, golden bands of only us, and deathdo us part. you say love like it's held in quotation marks, that this union soured before it started.

the mind is a treasuretrove, an almanac, a tomb.

I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering.

absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churning bile and burnt hairfeels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying

God, is there no faith left?He has not told. I would not know Him if I saw Him.

we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin sings when the lunar fervor unfurls across its follicles.

I am at the gates of my own destruction.(Or so I'm told.)

It doesn’t matter what your area of calling is, if you could invest quality time in it, then, you will be sure to produce the quality amount of products.

P3- every simple need to which an institutional answer is found permit the invention of a new class of poor and a new definition of poverty

All I want is to have my peace of mind...

I like any place that isn't here.

I was out to have a good time and have some fun. It's a fun script and fun people are in the movie.

Being on a sitcom stops me from getting Alzheimer's.

I was very competitive. I hated losing. No matter what, I had to win.

I am constantly drawing inspiration from everything I see-the places I travel, the people I know and the movies I see.

I've learned that something constructive comes from every defeat.

I don't write hits. If you just open that door, you're going to get a hit.