The pen to a writer is like a cigarette to a smoker; they need it to take the edge off.
Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list.
I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it leaves the flesh, is a cognitive proposition.
Love is the castle, doubt is the moat, desire is the paddle and hope is the boat.
When YOU stop believing one person in the world cannot make a difference; differences in the world will be made.
Dreams are humans wings.
What a more beautiful world this would be if we didn't wait til people were dead before we honored their spirit.
Sometimes the only way to ever find yourself is to get completely lost.
Hold love like a butterfly, with gentle preservation. Hold life like the reigns of a wild stallion, with fierce assertion. Encompass that, and you find the nectar of the immortal spirit.
From where it came and to where it goes, I wish I knew, like the river knows.
How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.
Don't just follow your dreams; chase them down, grab hold and don't let go.
Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.
Sacrifices made for love are fine, unless the sacrifice is you.
Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...