“Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.”

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understand each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.

When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

But all the magic I have known I’ve had to make it myself.

And she loved a boy very, very much- even more than she loved herself.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends.

And he didn’t really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere because you really have to go somewhere, don’t you?

And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.

If the track is tough and the hill is rough, thinking you can just ain’t enough.

I keep meeting all the right people at all the wrong places.

I can be somebody’s and still be my own.

And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.

He wasted his wishes on wishing.

I am writing these poems From inside a lion.

We can’t hold hands – someone might see. Won’t you please, Hold toes with me?

So I’m all of the love that could make it today.

Does love need to know that it is love?

Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

If you want people to love you for who you are, then you need to love them for who they are without expecting them to change.

I like a little bit of designer, with a bit of vintage and high street mixed in. I love it when you find those one-off key pieces, which end up becoming investment pieces.

I’d been in love before – I was always in love.

Fans always tell me I’m beautiful, but no one will ever be as beautiful as them

Nothing is so loved by tyrants as obedient subjects.

I have always loved Ben Folds, he’s like an idol of mine, a hero of mine.