Although our emotions sometimes behave like spoiled, selfish children, unfortunately we cannot send them to their room or tell them to stop screaming.

I feel like a cliche.

Some people are like blue jeans- the older and more beat up they get, the better they look.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

I forgive nothing. If you stole my orange crayon in the fifth grade, you're still on my hit list, buddy.

It's always fun to walk down the street with or behind a really beautiful woman, for no reason other than to see how the world reacts to them.

One of the saddest realities is that we never know when our lives are at their peak. Only after it is over and we have some kind of perspective do we realize how good we had it a day, a month, five years ago.