“Stardust collected was found in the crumpled pages of my books, for I travelled in all the realms through them.”

Fluttered open the wings and flew off from my clenched hands; those butterflies always found a way to slip by just like time.

You know what love is? When even the wait is fun.

How do you feel now after making futile promises?

Its painful to see when your own people doesn’t support your artistic calibre. The very quality strangers call you extraordinary for.

My anxious self always melted in your arms, then. Now your grin from another screen telling me “its going to be okay” works just the same.

I expressed because you gave me enough freedom be myself around you, and thus, you deserve the same. You deserve to be heard too and not be counseled to at your attempt.

I love the woman I have become today. The one who breathes fire and douse it all at the same time.

All I knew that going forward and receding; both were important aspects to move ahead in life. So, few setbacks straightened out my path all the more.

I scroll through the feeds mindlessly thinking about you and that if ever I crossed your mind today.

People’s expectations cut dreamer’s wings.

You blew me off to have your wish. But what other purpose do candles serve?

And there are times when even precious bonds break. Just like that!

Empaths interpret your silences, read beyond your smiles, feel your traumatic eyes because kindness isn’t a weakness but their mighty strength.

You know you are with a strong person when they make you realize how much stronger you can be.

You were like water the parts of your heart I touched before casually moved forward, leaving me bewildered. What wrong did I do?

My hustle made so many people uncomfortable. Because I refused to be moulded unlike them.

Every time you finish a book, you have a terrible feeling that there’s just never going to be another one. But fortunately, so far, the next one has always shown up.

The graveyard is the richest place on the surface of the earth because there you will see the books that were not published, ideas that were not harnessed, songs that were not sung, and drama pieces that were never acted.

I love books and going to bookstores. My favorite sound is the sound of the needle hitting the record.

No one has been a greater botanist or zoologist. No one has written more books, more correctly, more methodically, from personal experience. No one has more completely changed a whole science and started a new epoch.

Science fiction is always a vehicle for ideas. It’s the form which allows either movies or books to be an exploration of how we should live.

I don’t think anyone should be banned. If you don’t like a book, set it aside.

Every object strives for its proper place. A book seeks to be near its truest admirer. Just as this helpless moth seeks to be near the candle that infatuates him.

When a reader falls in love with a book, it leaves its essence inside him, like radioactive fallout in an arable field, and after that there are certain crops that will no longer grow in him, while other, stranger, more fantastic growths may occasionally be produced.