“Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.”

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.

Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.

You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.

Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?

Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.

Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.

Never confuse activity with action.

Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.

You’re a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.

I’m addicted to perfection. Problem with my life is I was always also addicted to chaos. Perfect chaos.

I call myself an addicted organizer.

I smoke weed.It’s not an addiction. It’s something I wanna do. It’s not smart though. It’s not good for my body but I’m doing it. I’m not telling people to do it.

I know I write too many love poems, and perhaps this is me admitting that the love inside me is still there somewhere, stagnant – but its a cruel addiction. I need a intervention.

Since Satan can’t destroy the gospel, he has too often neutralized its usefulness by addition, subtraction or substitution.

If you look at people out on the street, if you look at people at restaurants, nobody’s having conversations anymore. They’re sitting at dinner looking at their phone, because their brain is so addicted to it.

Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.

Such alchemy your mystic eyes like a drug I’m addicted to your fiery kisses.