“The words lie on the page and the writer has an extended opportunity to imprint on his reader every meaning and nuance distilled from experience.”

In this wilderness, Mankind is the animal I fear.

The irony is that he broke the only person he never wanted to hurt.

I will wait, I am waiting, and I will love you with all the love I posses until this body is ash and I begin my search for you again.

Nothing is permanent not even your pain.

Do not insist me to let you go, you come half hearted like a crescent moon, and you go heart-filled like a full moon which glows.

I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.

It seems strange how we look in the same mirror, yet what stares back, is so painfully different.

Do not measure yourself by success, failure, or a degree. Measure your life by the dreams you have.