A good poem about failure is a success..

I didn't choose poetry: poetry chose me..

What are days for? Days are where we live..

I had a Vincent van Gogh, a small Provençal landscape. We sold it. If you're going to have a van Gogh it should be a really good van Gogh..

We have to learn everything we do..

You are dead- what am I speaking to?.

What is worth having is worth working for..

The patience is in the living. Time opens out to you..

We simply rob ourselves when we make presents to the dead..

Only the bold get to the top..

He who wrongs one threatens many..

Friendship neither finds nor makes equals..

You are what you eat, but eventually you become what eats you..

I look back and say, "This must have been somebody else." I am not going to tell you that when I was 4, I dreamed about all of this..

Hephaestus glowered up at us. “I didn’t make you, did I?” Uh,” Annabeth said, “no, sir.” Good,” the god grumbled. “Shoddy workmanship..

I am definitely a worrier..

I go and see music all the time..

When we are honoured for a thing, we become attached to that thing..

Where there is no inner freedom, there is no life..

I choose you over everyone..

Reegan scowled at Cath. "Are you Zack, or are you Cody?"..