We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.

The world is full of people who will help you manufacture tornados in order to blow out a match.

Time spent doing whatever it is you do to escape your daily life would be better spent acquiring a life that needs no escape.

Some dreams never come true. It becomes nightmare that will leave you with regrets.

Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.

Nothing listens as well as a blank page.