All these mirrorscarnival distortionsof selves we never were.

There is a light within our soul that burns brighter than the sun. And we ignore it.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Most of my beholders are blind.

I want to douse myself in silver words and whisper away all rue.

After a breath and before another, there's plenty of time to rest.

LOOK AT MY BLOOD FLOWERS, BECAUSE I WRITE WITH A SERENE SHARP BLADE THAT SOOTHES. AS MUCH AS CUTS INTO THE DEEPEST PARTS OF MY SOUL.

Even dead fallen leaves go a long way with the wind before getting crushed.

You believe what your eyes want to believe!

[A]lways get to the dialogue as soon as possible. I always feel the thing to go for is speed. Nothing puts the reader off more than a big slab of prose at the start.", Issue 64, Winter 1975)

Giving and empathy provide us with opportunities to nurture our innate goodness.

What really swings is the music of the United States, Cuba, the Caribbean and vicinity, and, of course, Brazil. The rest is all waltzes.

Suffering has always been with us; does it really matter in what form it comes? All that matters is how we bear it and how we fit it into our lives.

She [Marilyn Monroe] wasn't the most incredibly beautiful. She's rather ordinary. Cute, but no Rita Hayworth. I think she was ready for the camera, and it was a real destiny for her.

...self-consciousness is a man's worst enemy.

Fantasy is, of course, booming, and I think it's beginning to stretch its range as well.

When I am able to be present, listening - really listening - to a viewpoint described through someone else's lens, I am here in the now and alive.

My brain can think faster than I can, Im not fast enough. Who is there to talk to that wont lock me up?