“Save the drama for the queens. Be a wolf.”

She’ll nibble away to your soul, leaving vampire bites on your heart.

You’ll never be able to silence the woman who was born to write.

Be with someone who willingly runs in the storm with you, not someone who cowers away because of turbulent winds.

I would rather be free and lost than caged and found.

In love with September’s sun the season that begins all witchy things and stirs the soul.

It’s her black wings that make her beautiful.

I was born to chase peace and love wild things. I was born a beautiful bohemian paradox.

The world needs more fierce warriors who are soft and kind.

He is the sun melting the snow in my heart.

I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.

Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back.

She was the night, in love with the stars, always chasing the moon.

Words alone mean little. Show me your eyes; that’s where I’ll decipher your truth from your lies.

Undress my soul one petal at a time.

She can be dainty and still have claws. She can be sweet and still make fire. That’s her magic.

I think my soul was born with wings; it’s always restless, it won’t sit still.

Blueprint 3′ is made up of songs, but it’s also a commentary on the idea that in order for rap to survive, we have to stretch out the drama.

I wanted to go to drama school, but when I got the part in ‘Falling,’ I got an agent, so it seemed a good idea to work.

Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .

When I’m doing a drama, I wish I was doing something funny.

I asked a girl who came from America to England, when I was only English, and she admitted she had been to a drama school. And I said, “What did they teach you?” And she said, “They taught me to be a candle burning in an empty room.”

Let go of the emotion and drama you create when you don’t get what you want. Just stay present and handle one situation at a time with an open mind and an open heart.

Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations.

At some point in time, you definitely have to go drama. Not to say that you’re going drama just because everybody else does it.