Each drop that fell, had a story to tell.each smile that curved, said a million words.(Poem: Our Existence, Book: Ginger and Honey)

I will be me, when world aberrantlywill feel, my gravity!I will turn into my, when their shrill crywill stop asking why!(Poem:Because you so wanna meet me, Book: Ginger and Honey)

Let nothing put me to unease, nothing to deceive.I have conceived, I exist.Because I am blessed, To gather time, in hearing, my breath, so tranquil.To life, I am, thankful.

Certain voices heardare heardnot becausethey are phonetic...But, from one soulthey head, to another, in the form of magic.(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)

Too fair to worship too divine to love.

Sometimes what we imagine and the world aren't different things. Sometimes they are the same exact thing.

But it is a hard, it's a hard profession teaching acting.

What's your specialty? Oh, you know. Madness. Mayhem. Debauchery. And even with all that going for me, I can still make a mean mojito.

When I really young yet feeling very old, I offered up a lot of myself to the press; I knew it was good copy.

A two-pound turkey and a fifty-pound cranberry-that's Thanksgiving dinner at Three Mile Island.

Tell me how I stay positive When they never see good in me

Does it follow that I reject all authority? Perish the thought. In the matter of boots, I defer to the authority of the boot-maker.

If someone corrects you, and you feel offended, then YOU have an EGO problem

I lived in upstate New York until I was ten years old and we moved overseas. I have a lot of nostalgic memories of that part of the world, and I love going back there by writing the Lakeshore books.