“No road is so long as not to come to its end.”

You blew smoke rings in the air. Inside your love rings I too exist felt yet remain invisible.

Even the silence has music if you care to listen to.

Don’t ask what things I’ll have for breakfast come over to me, Let me have you this morning.

Kiss my belly button. Explore it with you tongue. Now move to my thighs. Yes the inner ones. Wet them with your kisses.

Let me go hiking over your body. Tonight I wanna explore very inch of you.

In the stage of life, no role is less majestic. Just play your role in perfection, that’s it.

For a change let me taste your thumb tonight.

Let me not be shy with you how may I be? Can a flower remain shy with a bee?

You’re a great soul you’ll know once you pause and listen to it.

Let me lie next to you. Let my skin speak to your skin in silence.

Tonight I wanna lose myself in you. The question is- will you too want to lose yourself in me?

Place yourself into me. I promise not to even waste even a drop.

In all my almosts I lose you little by little.

I take the lit cigarette from your mouth and put it between my lips. I only wanted to know how you taste.

Don’t say again that you love me if your tongue can’t even wet my hidden places?

Don’t stop even if i ask you to. In some moments a ‘no’ also means a ‘yes’.

The study of mathematics, like the Nile, begins in minuteness but ends in magnificence.

I’m not sure if he’ll end up as the permanent guitar player, but he’s the type of guy who can kind of step in and play anything.

We ought to consider the end in everything.

I go home at the end of the day and I rarely talk about what I did that day.

The years go by one after the other; time slips past us with out our being aware of it; we grow old like ordinary men and we shall end like them.

It’s not just the end of a chicken leg, it really is – imagine the cartilage of game meat.

Arguments are often like melodramas – they have a predictable beginning, middle, and end.

To one end let us aim our thoughts, and to one end let us aim our souls. Hail, dawn of liberty, behind thee is the redeeming sun.