And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.

He loved me like thick molasses on a summer's day. Pure, sweet, sticky, warm, dark.

But when I think of us, in the quiet when I'm on my own, I think of Beauty and the Beast.I, being the beast, and you being the last beautiful thing in this city.

Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament to how her grandmother made love to hurricane and calmed the storm.

Let's take off the masks and get real so we can get it right with God.

You're the creator of your own future. Get to writing.

We can find the answers will seek in books.

Worry is a form of fear.

The more intense has been the religion of any period and the more profound has been the dogmatic belief, the greater has been the cruelty and the worse has been the state of affairs.

Of the things they possessed in common, greatest of all was their almost uncanny pull at each others hearts.

I'm not running anywhere, it's like ninety-five degrees out.

I'd say I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid He might hear me.

When I found I had given birth to a human wreckage, to a child that was an imbecile, my heart was broken.

The whole concept of having something really in-your-face that you're forced to listen to is beautiful because I think music should be an event and not something that's just dismissed.