“I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.”

I believe in your dreams. The sweetest words to a writer’s ears.

Starry nights calm my thoughts and whims, but it makes me ache for all the things that could have been.

Believe in the beauty of taking things slow. Beautiful things take time. Patience is elegance.

Someday, we’re all going to be a memory. Be the kind that makes people smile when they remember you every once in a while.

I never knew I lost in love’s game until I was the only one left burning in flames.

Growth comes beyond comfort zones.

Despite all the pain from your past, may you never lose the heart to love and trust.

There are those like me, people who write selfishly. We who write for the love we lost, can’t have, or the lack thereof.

Someday, we will look back, and we won’t be ashamed.

One day, we would all be where we’re meant to be. Everything will fall into place, and we won’t have to force things or people to stay.

I hope you get through the battles you don’t tell anyone. Even if its easier said than done, I hope your heart always chooses to be kind.

The rain reminds me of what I couldn’t forget, of what we couldn’t mend, of the things I’ll forever regret.

You are the lost pages of my life – the years I lost my heart.

Love arrived when I least expected it. And just as quickly as it came, left me without a warning.

Love is magic, love is tragic. It is the air we breathe and the poison we drink.

Live a little kinder, a little braver, and a lot more gentle with yourself.

To change history is very slow. The first two times I came to the States – black people didn’t have the right to vote.

We also want to try and slow down all this foolishness that’s going on between the East and West.

Society is so slow. A feminist is a bore.

Slow progress is better than no progress.

I don’t like to play slow or softly.

Globed from the atoms falling slow or swift I see the suns, I see the systems lift Their forms; and even the systems and the suns Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.

That is much of what I think the writer’s job is – to slow people down.

That aesthetic of the Star Wars universe: the do-it-yourself, hotrod ethic that George Lucas exported from his childhood, is exactly the same kind of soul behind what we do and build for the show.