“I have felt so much on my own I need a serious reason to let you in.”

They said my success happened naturally, but who said nature is easy?

When the chaos creates comfort, and pain stops hurting your head, when you learn and accept the whole world, You know you possess yourself.

She was a strong and smart woman and could repair even a leaking sink and a broken TV. Doing everything on her own, still she always let him pull down her zipper…

Her stories always ended with three dots, sounding like an unfinished melody; she hoped he would guess the rest.

Baby we are not getting older each day we live our new versions and the new has no age.

Whats there to remember we made the most memories remembering each other.

What is perfect love if not loving each others imperfections perfectly?

She was too much for you…Pouring her love onto you, she thought she would quench your thirst, but you drowned…She didn’t know your heart was just a shot glass and not a continent.

My words fly around you like the annoying flies that only exist to disturb the silence and bite sometimes. When did I become so small

The irony is that we had more intimacy when apart.

What I love the most about us is that we are fully committed to each other without losing ourselves.

We used to play with barbies and when we grew up, we willingly became dolls in the hands of men, i guess we just miss our childhood games.

Don’t write about me I was never meant to be your poem.

Lets make memories on the fly instead of just dreaming.

The night is young we can keep talking till morning but lets change to the body language instead.

I became your melancholy your unfinished symphony its better to leave undone rather than knowing I did my best yet wasn’t enough.

That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind, a dog’s fidelity!

I’m so proud of ‘As She Pleases.’ It’s a really personal record, and I put so much of myself into it that; it feels like I am sharing part of my soul with the world by releasing it.

Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.

Jealousy is a miserable feeling. It means you aspire to something that you cannot have. Even in love, it is better to leave, better not to waste time.

I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.

It’s hard – some people get inspired by a feeling, but I’m mostly inspired by melodies.

Doing nothing feels like floating on warm water to me. Delightful, perfect.

I don’t discuss women at all with anyone. There are good qualities in all women. Some may be lacking in some of these qualities and should have them. I’m liable to say so and hurt their feelings, and it wouldn’t be meant that way at all.