I cheated on my fears,broke up with my doubts,got engaged to my faith,and now I'm marrying my Dreams.Soon I will be holding hands with Destiny!
What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.
Twitter means all my friends are in my computer. All my ideas are in my computer. I can do whatever I want in there; I'm kind of... bionic.
My shaven head is my way of saying 'I wont take no for an answer,' it is my way of saying 'I believe in my creativity and artistry.'
If a man asks me for my loyalty...I will give him my honesty. If a man asks me for my honesty...I will give him my loyalty!
My son, all my life I have loved this science so deeply that I can now hear my heart beat for joy. { .}
My kingdom is not of this world. If it were, my servants would fight to prevent my arrest by the Jews. But now my kingdom is from another place.
In America, I appear more simple that I am, because I was completely out of my element. It was my misfortune, not my fault, that I was born in a country which was not congenial to my desires. -1815, in a letter to her father William Patterson
I am indeed rich, since my income is superior to my expenses, and my expense is equal to my wishes.
Music has always assuaged my lacerations, brightened my hours, added glow to my little joys and given wings to my fantasy flights.
The combination of pictures and words together can be really effective, and I began to realise in my career that unless I wrote my own words, then my message was diluted.
I think that people assumed I was white because of my last name. My father is Caucasian, my mother is Hispanic. But English was my second language, believe it or not.
My friends have made the story of my life. In a thousand ways they have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges.
My goal was, and still is, to write first, direct my own stuff whenever possible and control my own creative destiny.
My ears are too beeg for my head. My head ees too beeg for my body. I am not a Siamese cat ... I AM A CHIHUAHUA!"
My love for you it sings, It cries My love for you it dreams, It wake’s My love for you it gives, It takes My love for you it lives, But never dies.
You are my cry, you're my tears, you're my joy, you're my heart and love, only I don't know who am I.
My parents split up when I was about 2. I realize more and more how much I'm like my father. My gentleness comes from my mother.
It's my name on the ballot, and it's me running this race. I'm the one doing this. Not my father and not my grandfather and not my great-uncle and not President Kennedy.
What do I owe to my times, to my country, to my neighbors, to my friends? Such are the questions which a virtuous man ought often to ask himself.
I rebelled against all form of authority, against my grandfather, my step-father, the Church, the police, the government, the bosses. Everything male that was there, and was determining my life.
