“Go to bed. Whatever you’re staying up late for isn’t worth it.”

I’ve learned, That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.

Most of us aren’t that interested in getting rich- we just don’t want to get poor.

I had one typewriter for 50 years, but I have bought seven computers in six years. I suppose that’s why Bill Gates is rich, and Underwood is out of business.

Elephants and grandchildren never forget.

The great virtue of being alone is that your mind can go its own way.

I’ve learned, That I can always pray for someone when I don’t have the strength to help him in some other way.

Age is nothing but experience, and some of us are more experienced than others

I’ve learned, That it’s those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.

Looking and not finding is certainly one of the most frustrating ways to spend time.

Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you’re climbing it.

The fastest thing computers do is go obsolete.

When those waiters ask me if I want some fresh ground pepper, I ask if they have any aged pepper.

I’ve learned, That love, not time, heals all wounds.

I’ve learned That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.

Christians talk as though goodness was their idea but good behavior doesn’t have any religious origin. Our prisons are filled with the devout.

Civilization means conforming to a standard of behavior that may not seem natural to us.

The monsters are no longer under our beds.

I learned to play with the monsters under my bed. I gave angel wings to the demons in my head. I asked the voices in my mind to sing sweet lullabies and finally, I found the love and fire in my own eyes.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

First of all, I love singing. I mean, I get out of bed and I sing. I can’t help it.

Just you and only you. You fit so perfectly in my arms, in my bed and between my legs.

I want you to be the one I stay in bed with on sunday morning, and never want to leave.

If its not for the distance, you would be with me under the silken sheets by now. By now the bedsheets would have soaked in out wetness.

Let your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.