Unless i'm reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test, i'm thinking about you.

It was the eyes. The secret of love was in the eyes. The way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved.

love, is an unnatural attachment to another living thing. it's the root cause of most personal problems people have.

After it's all over, the early childhood, a chain of birthdays woven with candlelight, piles of presents, voices of relatives singing and praising your promise and future, after the years of schooling, fitting yourself into different size desks, memorizing, reciting, reporting, and performing for jury after jury of teachers, counselors, and administrators, you still feel inadequate, alone, vulnerable, and naked in a world that can be unforgiving and terribly demanding.

Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?

The creative genius begins in the idle moment, dreaming up the impossible, and later making it come true.

If you hold a bird too tightly, you'll crush its wings