Choose wisely From those who start A fire in your heart. Some may burn you to shreds, While you were looking for warmth.

When did you first fall in love?""I think, I first fell in lovewhen I was in fifth gradewith this boy who kept his glass ruler in the sunlight and made rainbows on my desk with it.

A Writer in Love.I was just a word weaverWhat did I know of love?Only thatSome days when the words weren’t enough, I knewI was in love.

You tasted like fireAnd I miss that.So, at timesI drank a little.And at times, I drank too much.But I only drankTill it burned me enough.

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

Connecting with people is not hard. I love the interaction and the feedback after shows. It does take some time, but the fans appreciate it which makes it worth it.

Tell yourself whatever you need to hear, you're the only one listening.

I learned, when I look in the mirror and tell my story, that I should be myself and not peep whatever everybody is doing.

For me nonviolence is a creed. I must act up to it, whether I am alone or have companions.

A hotter, moister atmosphere is an atmosphere primed to trigger disasters.

There's nothin' in life that's worth doin', if it cain't be done from a horse.

The president overstepped his authority when he asked the NSA to eavesdrop on Americans' international phone calls without obtaining a warrant.

To live another person's life is quite a weird thing.

We seem to be young, in a very old Galaxy. We're like kids tiptoeing through a ruined mansion.