“One of the greatest mistakes was believing that I could love the devil out of you.”

To be loved by a poet is to find love hidden in between the lines of many things.

He wraps me in seduction by penetrating my mind.

How can I let you go when my heart rests so peacefully in your arms.

It didn’t kill me when you left still, something within me died.

She’s the type of woman who will nurture your every need. The kind that once you enter you will never want to leave.

My ink-soaked heart could write your name across the sky a thousand times more than the stars that decorate the velvet night.

You flowed into me so delicately, like a beautiful twist of fate. I inspired you as you moved me in an alluring turn of phrase.

Don’t forget to erase every trace of me from your skin, You wouldn’t want the truth to show.

I’m not afraid of the chance at loving you, I’m only afraid of what it could do to me.

You can’t help when the pain heals as you can’t stop what the heart feels.

And though I owned you nothing I still gave you my everything.

Discovered deeply within the depths of much suffering came forth my love of poetry.

Leave me to the moon he understands this side of my darkness.

What you have done to me shows your character how I loved you regardless shows mine.

How lonely it must be in that shallow pool you wade alone in.

I allowed myself to fall knowing full well you would never catch me.

Self-education is, I firmly believe, the only kind of education there is.

My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”

I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.

Insurance, pension reforms are going to be extremely important for the stock market because the kind of money we’ll get from that is unbelievable.

I believe that water will one day be employed as fuel, that hydrogen and oxygen which constitute it, used singly or together, will furnish an inexhaustible source of heat and light, of an intensity of which coal is not capable.

I believe in God. When everything collapses, we grip the last hold, we look from the secure haven how the godless society of the old, holy Europe falls apart. May the game begin.

I would love for people to be able to think of me as a guy who stood up for what he believed in and helped make a difference for the vets.

Every person I killed I strongly believe that they were bad. When I do go face God there is going to be lots of things I will have to account for but killing any of those people is not one of them.