To see her was to fall in love with her. To hear her was to hear music. To feel her was to feel silk. Her beauty inspired a thousand poems within me. Some of which I tried to pen, but compared to her, it was gibberish.

Don’t be a victim of your past; be a fighter for your future.

They laughed and laughed. His eyes danced with hers in graceful steps, to a melody only they could hear. There was no doubt in my mind that it was beautiful music … Their tenderness with each other was something people much older than they could only hope to one day have.

You have no one’s standards to meet but your own; no one’s goals to achieve but your own. Now get started.

Crazy sometimes means ‘awesomeness that has yet to be recognized’.

The job of the poet and the writer is to conceive an idea or emotion and pursue it with such might to make it surrender in words.