“Glass can shatter, yet still be created into nothing short of art. And so can you.”

Swirl me around in your teacup and drink me until tiny particles of my sugar are encrusted on your lips.

Why are humans so afraid to break, when it is stunning on the other side.

I will never take for granted these eyes that allow me to witness the rare magic that you are.

When the moonlight is kind enough to illuminate your darkness. How can you ever say you are lonely?

Even if you were to lose it all – you would still be art.

My heart died in your hands and resurrected in my own.

I removed the dagger and used it to carve out a new life.

Focus on loving and accepting others more than your own need to be loved and accepted by others.

I am not my thoughts. I am the temple that hears the whispers of them.

Hearts don’t forget.

On the days I felt like I was going crazy he looked at me and said maybe its the rest of the world that’s crazy.

You are the sun. Soft yellow. Beaming flames. Gentle and fierce all at once.

I used to admire people who spoke their mind. Now I admire people who speak their heart.

Poetry is not something you try to grasp with your mind and wrap yourself around to figure it out.

I tried and tried to blow out the flame of a candle but it would not budge, it reminded me of us.

I am nature taking its divine and natural course. I am homes being rebuilt after a tragedy. I am healing.

Art is a private piece of me.

The only art I’ll ever study is stuff I can steal from.

Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.

Art, if it is successful, needs no explanation.

The goal of life is rapture. Art is the way we experience it.

Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.

I think the most important is when I was young, I learnt martial arts; that is my special key.

But if you’re talking about fine art work, then I think you have to ask yourself some pretty deep questions about why it is you want to take pictures and what it is you want to say.