A circus of stars, your dreams a trapeze, faces lift like mirrored moons.

I learn to love the thing that has to be erased, the thing I may not be allowed to keep, sand that runs away beneath my running feet.

All night, my face next to your mouth, I hold my breath, listening to yours.

Some day your head won’t find my lap so easily. Trust is a habit you’ll soon break.

I’m getting the feeling that you two don’t like me. - Kristy

I felt bad when George Bush was booed. But only briefly. My sympathy for that man has a half-life of about four seconds.

On being told of the death of former President Calvin Coolidge: How could they tell?

I love that sense of release as you throw yourself into the crowd as hundreds of arms are carrying you.

The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, forgotten because it was properly done.

Whether the object of your faith is real or false, you will get results. Your subconscious mind responds to the thought in your mind. Look upon faith as a thought in your mind and that will suffice.

A saint is a sinner who never gave up.

When something explosive is kept hidden away, a tension builds within that must ultimately be released.

I should have thought of this years ago. But that was the problem with being sane. Sane people played by the rules. They looked for rational explanations and solutions in an insane universe.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.