“She’s got the look of a woman with lightening up her sleeve.”

My day feels too damn organized, you should come over tonight and make a mess out of me.

Half my mind is sex and songs.

When they question you about my disappearance, Do not tell them I am lost inside you.

What do you do when the passion burns out? Start another fire.

Her kiss is a sun-burn that never heals.

She comes in form of blistering light : her love is a screaming sun.

Caution never wrote a love story.

If it weren’t for misery some people would never be happy.

Her heart is too young to be walking with a cane.

A woman can change the atmosphere of a room just by walking through that door, if that isn’t magic, what is?

Treasure the souls who call your twisted dreams, beautiful.

The bed was the canvas, we were the art.

I hope what I awakened in you, devours me.

You owe the world your uniqueness.

Make the lioness inside her purr and her kitty will roar.

Music and sex are soulmates.

Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.

There are more important things than outward appearance. No amount of makeup can cover an ugly personality.

I don’t understand referees. It appears like some players can’t even be touched, but in my case, everyone can hit me as hard as they can.

I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent.

Know you not that a good man does nothing for appearance sake, but for the sake of having done right?

In the long run managements stressing accounting appearance over economic substance usually achieve little of either.

When the student is ready the teacher will appear. When the student is truly ready. The teacher will Disappear.

The turning points of lives are not the great moments. The real crises are often concealed in occurrences so trivial in appearance that they pass unobserved.