...A fuel-less flame is nothing but a wraith, However wrought, if unsustained by passion.

Joy requires one to be awake, Adjusting the heart's ambience to bright. Some prefer the dark, as is their right, On grounds of agony, and to forsake Not only bliss, but all that's blessed by light.

Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago.

On Hanukkah, the first dark night, Light yourself a candle bright. I'll you, if you will me invite To dance within that gentle light.

As spirits roam the neighborhoods at night, Let loose upon the Earth till it be light.

Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a lightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat.

On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park.

Only night can make us whole again.

Angels are quite ample cause to cry.

By day each soul must walk within its shadow. Only night can make us whole again.

Love of life at times requires death

Roaring is never a voice for indoors. Roaring sounds better when done outdoors!

Life is sad. Here is someone.

Life is service.

Football is more important to me than money right now.

I hope I can make a show that will inspire a whole other generation of young women and girls to say, "I can do a show like that."

I believe in prescription drugs. I believe in feeling better.

Go back to what's good, what's certain, what's always there. You woke up today. Just start walking.

I don't read the "letters" section of Time magazine. I think it's just my habit as a reader. I don't read comments on stories, in general.

I am a raging alcoholic and a raging addict and I didnt want to see my kids do the same thing

I enjoy creating and developing characters, as well as situations. But I have always had more ideas than I can ever put down on paper and fantasy allows me to include a lot of what I feel.