Lone Quixote

Tears are words that need to be written.

Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.

Maybe that’s what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Do you take pride in the hurt? Does it make you feel large and tragic?

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves.

I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.

To write is to confront one’s demons, look them in the face and live to write about them.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty once they’re gone.

A river cuts through rock, not because of its power, but because of its persistence.

My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.

Wild tongues can not be tamed.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

I am mad - but I choose this madness.

It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.