For some of us love comes into the room, kicks her shoes off, finds the most comfortable sofa, and lies down, rests, has no intention of going anywhere. For others love walks in smoking a cigarette, checking her watch every two seconds, jittery, with one hand on the doorknob, heart rate up, always in sprinter’s position, ready to run.

the only perfect people are dead people, because their the only ones who can't make mistakes!

not all thoughts have to become words!

restrictions create frustrations!

hate isn't healthy, it damages the hater more than the one who's hated!

can't blame a man for being human when human is all he'll ever be!

Every man kills the things that he loves. Some with a look, some with flattery, the coward with a kiss.