Who doesn't look for someone to hold. Who knows how to love you without being told.

There's no need to pretend. No need for innocence. Let's just be honest, for a change.

A bunch of us are headed to Kashmir in November to work on one of our major and most arduous projects. We are making a documentary on Dardp…

Unless one is wealthy there is no use in being a charming fellow.

Going to McDonalds for a salad roll in like going to a brothel for a hug.

To survive, to avert what we have termed future shock, the individual must become infinitely more adaptable and capable than ever before.

In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.

There are the has beens and then there are the will be's.

How can one possibly like rains. What a depressing weather.

My thoughts are like shadows. As the sun sets they grow.

The truth makes everything else seem like a lie.

All I can do is give you a shoulder to cry on.

Fuck truth. Fuck lies. Maintain silence.

My life. My choices. My mistakes. My lessons. Not your business.

I suck at conversations concerning my future plans.