A dear friend of mine always brings a pineapple instead of flowers when he comes to a show. I love it.
I've been writing Indian music for a while. Indian music is about Mother Earth, and mine is no exception.
Once a song's out there, it's no longer mine. And that's the whole purpose of music: to belong to people.
I own a mortgage company and a real estate company funded by the music. Florida is a kinda gold mine.
An 'OMG' of mine would probably be speaking on stage and performing in front of thousands of people!
If your imaginary friends are at all like mine, they’re better off dead.
Every time I break your heart, I break mine.
Poor planning on your part does not necessitate an emergency on mine.
Do I feel ancient to you now?" he murmered. "Too different from the person you loved before you knew this?" Her eyes were already glowing green, and her full lips parted. "No, you don't feel too ancient." Her voice was husky. "Or too different. You f...
I think I finally understand the saying like a moth to a flame. I’m the moth. My heart flutters like the paper thin wings. And he is the flame, incendiary, scorching my soul. He inhales so heavily, like he’s been holding his breath under water. H...
I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of...
Heart turned to me, his face thoughtful. “Yesterday morning. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days before that.” He smiled at me. “You were supposed to be the Alpha’s eye candy.” Adam laughed. “What?�...
He who receives an idea from me, receives instruction himself without lessening mine; as he who lights his taper at mine, receives light without darkening me. That ideas should freely spread from one to another over the globe, for the moral and mutua...
The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it: The moon is within me, and so is the sun. The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it. So long as man clamors for the I and the Mine, his works are a...
I'd love to wrap myself inside your sadness and pretend it is mine
Hell, yeah, Ryland. Man up and carpe girl.
Great. I guess you're the dog whisperer, vampire edition.
To get what I wanted I became the monster I’ve always hated...
You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're almost mine.
Don't let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.
I certainly don't disparage someone whose attitude towards their work is utterly different from mine - that's up to them.
