“The sweetest thing I’ve ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone.”

To me that’s a reflection of love, when someone can see you enjoying yourself, and want to participate, or want to encourage, or want to help you to do something that you enjoy.

This life is a process of learning.

Loving you is like a Song I replay every 3 Minutes and 30 Seconds of every Day.

It could all be so simple, but you’d rather make it hard, loving you is like a battle, and we both end up with scars.

It’s more important to be righteous than to be right.

If you love something and if you’re committed and diligent – the things happen!

Wisdom is better than silver and gold.

Let optimists rule the world.

Let me be patient, let me be kind, make me unselfish, without being blind.

My concept of successful living is escaping the matrix.

Everyday is another chance to get things right.

I have inner peace. It’s a different person.

Now I may have faith/ to make mountains fall/ But if I lack love/ then I am nothin’ at all.

Don’t be a hard rock when you really are a gem!

See fantasy is what people want, but reality is what they need. And I just retired from the fantasy part.

We’ve got to protect the music and make sure it never gets exploited.

For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give. Cause you’re a walking, talking reason to live.

When no one is looking, I swallow deserts and clouds and chew on mountains knowing they are sweet bones! When no one is looking and I want to kiss God, I just lift my own hand to my mouth.

We kiss like fire and wind drifting, into the woods of our unspoken sins.

My body is covered in scars where silver blades kisses my skin and pretended to be love.

I caught the happy virus last night When I was out singing beneath the stars. It is remarkably contagious – So kiss me.

I kiss the skies, set the sun in my eyes and swallow up the streams. I swear to god, I only feel alive in my most ludricious dreams.

The Earth would die If the sun stopped kissing her.

I read one psychologist’s theory that said, “Never strike a child in your anger.” When could I strike him? When he is kissing me on my birthday? When he’s recuperating from measles? Do I slap the Bible out of his hand on Sunday?