“And sometimes love looks like choosing.”

I’ve only ever wanted to be new.

She was always falling in love with the complexities of the human heart.

I know the way isn’t clear hold steady anyway.

Your lies were so beautiful that I miss them more than you.

Let me show you just how bad good love can be.

I fear I am and will always be the river emptying into your sea.

I was perfect until I broke.

You only knew the parts of me you accepted in yourself.

I am so sorry; you see, I wanted to love you, but I had to be free.

My darling, how lonely it is to love you.

You were a nightmare I never wanted to wake up from.

I am jealous of the wind because she gets to touch you.

I would die for you it’s true if I could only learn how to breathe around you.

I want to catch snowflakes on your tongue.

Formless I take shape beneath your fingertips.

The sadness in her eyes was more beautiful than any sunrise.

What a sight of storm you are as a lie beside me in your deep, peaceful slumber.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy, Repeats while he binds his tomatoes: No other end of the world will there be, No other end of the world will there be.

Appearance should never attain reality, And if nature conquers, then must art retire.

The game of life looks cheerful when one carries a treasure safe in his heart.

When you are in your heart of hearts, you can see beyond appearances.

My son looks more like George Harrison than I do.

The difference between Namath and me is that when you make the money he makes, they say you’re ruggedly handsome. When you make the money I make, they say you have a big nose. (On resembling Joe Namath)

Guys are stimulated easily. They are easy to manipulate. All you have to do is wear a sexy outfit.