“You’ll roam the world and come to realize: It’s all in you, to be free or not to be.”

I run from my thoughts of you and meet them in my dreams.

I’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.

This year, I will let grief walk by my side, but I will lead the way.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

The clock ticks by and all I could think of is that at least I’m a day closer to seeing you.

I taught myself the art of forgetfulness. If they were meant to be remembered, they would have stayed.

You say we’re nonsense together, but nothing makes more sense to me.

We preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.

I got used to temporary things. I’m afraid I might not want anything permanent at all.

I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.

No matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.

Perhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

Refrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.

You are free; you are free to go to your temples, you are free to go to your mosques or to any other place or worship in this State of Pakistan. You may belong to any religion or caste or creed – that has nothing to do with the business of the State.

The private sector enjoys tremendous freedom in the U.S, as it should. With freedom, however, comes responsibilities.

We are free when our actions emanate from our total personality, when they express it, when they resemble it in the indefinable way a work of art sometimes does the artist.

We do not commonly see in a tax a diminution of freedom, and yet it clearly is one.

Man is not free to refuse to do the thing which gives him more pleasure than any other conceivable action.

In order to have enough freedom, it is necessary to have too much.

While free markets tend to democratize a society, unfettered capitalism leads invariably to corporate control of government.

In order for music to free itself, it will have to pass over to the other side – there where territories tremble, where the structures collapse, where the ethoses get mixed up, where a powerful song of the earth is unleashed, the great ritornelles that transmutes all the airs it carries away and makes return.