When you possess light within, you see it externally.

When you possess light within, you see it externally.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be...including ...

Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be...including our perception. Of it

Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in ...

Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.

Your eyes make me shy

I write emotional algebra.

... only love begets love.

Memory is a great betrayer.

Adolescence is like cactus.

Solitude may rust your words.

Dreams are essential to life.

Dreams are necessary to life.

In chaos, there is fertility.

Hollywood is a mirage factory.

Our love lives because I live.

Jazz is the music of the body.

I'm sick of my own romanticism!

My diary seems to keep me whole.

One handles truths like dynamite.

If you can't create, you destroy.

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

New York has an electronic heart.

Great repressions create dualities.

Ordinary life does not interest me.

Violence is a symptom of impotence.

In my dreams I sleep with everybody.

Write. Write until it stops hurting.

Each friend represents a world in us.

atrophy of feeling creates criminals.

Everything but happiness is neurosis.

Introspection is a devouring monster.

You fall in love with people's minds.

All unlived emotions turn to inanity.

We have been poisoned by fairy tales.

Passion gives me moments of wholeness.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.

The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.

I love your silences, they are like mine.

To love and to labor is the sum of living.

Will you come down and kiss me good night?

The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.

destruction is ultimately self-destruction.

To lie, of course, is to engender insanity.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams.

We are never trapped unless we choose to be.

The dream has to be translated into reality.

The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.

Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

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