Death: that moment when Soul gives Body the slip, and Body gives Soul the heave-ho.
Better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
Cynicism is a hangover caused by an excess of romanticism.
Sometimes I look for words. Other times they look for me.
It is the sort of romance that would compel me to write a sonnet if I could only find the words.
I am not intelligent enough to know, but I am clever enough to occasionally seem like I do.
Better an interesting mistake than a mundane success.
Never trust an adult who believes they are adult.