“When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.”

Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.

We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.

I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.

To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.

I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.

Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.

I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.

Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.

The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.

The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.

Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.

Emotion = Energy in motion.

In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.

It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.

Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.

In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside – remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

I don’t remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

I don’t want to be viewed as a womaniser or whatever. I don’t like going crazy crazy, I like having fun but it’s nice to wake up in your own bed, isn’t it?

Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

I cannot go to bed tonight without a word to you.

I will defend the importance of bedtime stories to my last gasp.

Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful, that’s what matters to me.

We must wake up knowing we have work to do and go to bed knowing we’ve done it.