Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
The thing I call ‘my mind’ seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn’t really know its tenants.
He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!
If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.
There was a beautiful time in the beginning when I just did it and didn't analyze the consequences, but I think that time ends in everyone's work.
I wasn't afraid to be laughed at or be loud.