One day you will be nostalgic for today.

...you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.

It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

I did not know that it was love until I knew.

Anything and everything, the two almost the same--everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.

You were none, and now you're all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.

Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.

It was from a very young age that I fell in love with this wonderful artifact--the turn of the first page is almost like a sacred ritual to me. Whenever I walk into a library, it is never without some degree of reverence.

There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way--has an almost hypnotic effect.