We all have something amazingly special in us, and you solely owe it to yourself to discover yours.

Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.

Pave the path. Inspire. Make sure you are missed by the people who matter long after you have gone.

The canvas of your life can reflect infinite beauty depending on the colors you opt to splash on it.

He says "You are my property" and I feel relieved. After all, no one wishes to shatter what he owns.

Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused. He exhaled impatiently. "I bit a pillow. Or two...

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.

It is essential that you follow your own idea of passion, even if to others it looks like suffering.

Passion that thing of beauty that flowering without roots has to be born live and die without reason

I want your hand without the skin. Bone to bone without the molds. Mouth to mouth, without the porn.

Be true to what naturally interests you - and be brave enough to turn an obsession into a profession.

In your heart, you have a song that will change the world, once you give yourself permission to sing.

I think there are lovely sunsets in hell—and that’s where my desire for you is sending me

Wouldn't it help you to realize that you really do live in an epic if your life had a soundtrack?

When the vision fill yours mind and passio hits your gut, the need to write it down cannot be stifled.