“Feelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.”

I’ve lost count of my losses.

Fairytales are what you make of them.

I loved you with all my heart turns out a whole for some is barely apart.

The ‘kind’ in mankind. Show me that.

Nostalgia is a box of forget me nots.

In light of recent events can you tell me where to find the light?

Music is a different kind of intimacy. So is poetry.

I wonder if you’re thinking of me like I’m thinking of you.

Silence is a form of poetry.

The best way to be misunderstood is to care too much.

I’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.

The loudest voices are often the ones that aren’t heard.

Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.

You feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.

Poetry, music, and silence.

I’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.

To define is to limit.

Don’t waste your time with explanations: people only hear what they want to hear.

Certain things in life simply have to be experienced -and never explained. Love is such a thing.

Science can explain the universe without the need for a Creator.

A great opportunity is often hard to be explained clearly; things that can be explained clearly are often not the best opportunities.

In TV, and in particular in commercials, you don’t really need to explain very much at all.

Live your life as an Exclamation rather than an Explanation.

We are to admit no more causes of natural things than such as are both true and sufficient to explain their appearances.