“Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.”

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.

The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.

Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

One should always be in love. That’s the reason one should never marry.

Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is by far the best ending for one.

You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.

It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.

I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.

We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities.

I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.

Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious.

A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.

Love is strong filter coffee with low sugar.

She was too much for you…Pouring her love onto you, she thought she would quench your thirst, but you drowned…She didn’t know your heart was just a shot glass and not a continent.

But I fell in love with an impossibility.

She has a beautiful way of turning pain into love for others.

No matter what I try there is nothing that I can do to keep the look of love from not looking like you.

The only way I’ll ever choose to taste sweet love again, Is if he tells me, he loves my mind, and the way I use my pen.

First of all, I love singing. I mean, I get out of bed and I sing. I can’t help it.

You know what love is? When even the wait is fun.