Words in Frames

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don’t reach my lips.

It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say.

It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might has well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default.

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing.

The most valiant thing you can do as an artist is inspire someone else to be creative.

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.