“Everything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.”

You are my tamed fire in the wind.

Poetry is a home, a home with joy.

No pain no worries only the beating of our hearts.

If I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.

Without you, my heart will be full of weeds.

We love to live with sweet lies until reality touches the edges, of those sweet lies.

Into you, like the sun embraces the moon – a beautiful eclipse.

Loneliness is an art shaped by self-love.

We all bound by beauty with a touch of singularity.

Just realized that moonlight was just a matchmaker for the stars.

Destiny is wisdom.

I heal me for I heal you.

Listen to the beat of beauty with your heart.

To be a radical fight you within you – a solitary battle.

So she loved the rain amid the fall.

He painted her red sky with every tone of love.

It is sound planning that invariably earns us the outcome we want; without it, even the gods are unlikely to look with favour on our designs.

Self-plagiarism is style.

You spend your life training to be an actor, observing people’s characteristics so that you can design characters around what you’ve seen.

I am not bothered with whether my characters are conventional or not. Because I am not in this for the designer labels and the autographs.

Rebels and non-conformists are often the pioneers and designers of change.

I loved watching so many of the great designers I’ve worked with do what they do. That’s why I’m still loyal to the designers that I’ve known since I was 16.

Some give up their designs when they have almost reached the goal; while others, on the contrary, obtain a victory by exerting, at the last moment, more vigorous efforts than ever before.

Man, like the bridge, was designed to carry the load of the moment, not the combined weight of a year at once.