That’s the thing about pain… It demands to be felt.
Willingness to feel.
Stay with me, baby stay with me,
Tonight don’t leave me alone.
Walk with me, come and walk with me,
To the edge of all we’ve ever known.
I can see you there with the city lights,
Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes.
I can breathe you in.
Two shadows standing by the bedroom door,
No, I could not want you more than I did right then,
As our heads leaned in.
Well, I’m not sure what this is gonna be,
But with my eyes closed all I see
Is the skyline, through the window,
The moon above you and the streets below.
Hold my breath as you’re moving in,
Taste your lips and feel your skin.
When the time comes, baby don’t run, just kiss me slowly.
We wanted to build an interface that is unobtrusive and deferential — interface that recedes to elevate your content.
Creativity is not the possession of some special talent. It’s about the willingness to play.
It’s like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.
People don’t behave badly because they lack information about their shortcomings. They behave badly because they’ve fallen into patterns of destructive behavior from which they’re unable to escape.
Pretend to be completely in control and people will assume that you are.
Perfection is approached in the limit.
I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here
Strength is what happens when you run out of weakness.
The more you love your decisions the less you need others to love them.
The ice is thawing.
Critics build nothing.
We’re neither pure, nor wise, nor good; we do the best we know.