“I didn’t start the fire – but I sure lit you up a few times.”

We are the novel I keep reading.

The girl with the heart of gold, bled for you in ink.

And I don’t want to fall, unless its you I’m falling into.

The girl with the heart of gold, bled for you in ink.

She’s not your unicorn. She’s her own mother fucking dragon.

We are no different – we go back to anyone just to have something to do.

I heard you went to outer space, and while you dreamt – the planets and galaxies whispered my name.

She’s not your unicorn. She’s her own mother fucking dragon.

You and I flirt in ways they don’t know exist.

You look at me like supper, and I just want to be your last one this time.

You’re living the skyscraper life up high just so your ego can soar high.

You come back to ask me if I’m happy, and it shows me its you who isn’t.

We don’t belong to anyone. Half the time we don’t even belong to ourselves.

He says he wants to take me to Paris – but I see Amsterdam in his eyes.

Boys with skeletons in their closets – they make skeletons out of girls.

Lets admit it: we all play the game of hide and seek fairly well.

If things start happening, don’t worry, don’t stew, just go right along and you’ll start happening too.

We innovate by starting with the customer and working backwards. That becomes the touchstone for how we invent.

As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.

Starting and growing a business is as much about the innovation, drive and determination of the people who do it as it is about the product they sell.

You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

Start from wherever you are and with whatever you’ve got.

Starting a business is a huge amount of hard work. You had better enjoy it.

An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.