“Your name seems promising.”

I build my own walls yet I am not strong enough to tear them down.

I’m coming home but this time with softer edges.

I may not have been able to keep my heart, but I’ve kept my strength.

I wonder how many scars I would see if I cut you open to reveal all your truths.

It’s comforting to know that I can still make a home in the places we used to occupy.

Everything I want is in your hands. And yet you have nothing to give.

The battle between emotion and logic is most brutal.

Come sleep in my heart. Make a home of it there.

Before I met you, I had a lion within me.

Emotions are such complex concepts to understand.

The light found me in the palm of your hand.

I’m dancing on the edge of throwing it all away.

Your smile is a delicacy.

No one told me how hard it was going to be to find myself.

The tip of my tongue is a tireless sword that I defend your name with.

I adore all of these stolen moments with you.

Always forgive your enemies, but never forget their names.

It was a great honor to be called a mo-fo by Sam Jackson.

Repentance is another name for aspiration.

Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.

If Jesus was a Jew, why did he have a Spanish name?

Meryl Streep belongs on anybody’s list of greats.

I don’t know why you people [the press] like to compare me to Marilyn or that girl, what’s her name, Kim Novak. Cleavage, of course, helped me a lot to get where I am. I don’t know how they got there.

May I ask your name, my lady? Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.