December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

... here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B...

Philosophers' Syndrome: mistaking a failure of the imagination for an insight into necessity.

Sarah, honey, I hardly think kidnappers are going to take the time to buy a memento of their stay. I could be wrong, but it seems rather unlikely.

Too often we assume that God has increased our income to increase our standard of living, when his stated purpose is to increase our standard of giving. (Look again at 2 Corinthians 8:14 and 9:11).

Injurious Personis not the Person who got Hurt, Its the person who Learned.

I don't approach my acting as just saying a few lines and then going off-screen. It's a craft. I really invest in trying to make it a craft.

Evil unchecked grows, evil tolerated poisons the whole system.

I've always wanted to go where the work was or where I was wanted. The idea that it can be planned is one I let go of a long time ago.

For the first seven years of my life, I listened to nothing but The Beatles.

I believe what I have to say is important, and I believe the people coming to hear me are important, and so the occasion of itself alone has an importance, which forces me to stare down my nerves.

I think in many ways Johnny English is a more believable character.