Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

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

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

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

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

No matter how fast light travels, light will always find darkness, waiting.

Humiliation is humiliation only when you choose to suffer.

My identity is linked to my grandmother, who's pure Filipino, as pure as you can probably get. And that shaped my imagination. So that's how I identify.

I suspect that marriage is like parenthood: every last one of us is an amateur at it.

We recruit for attitude and train for skill.

Don't be a damned ammunition wagon. Be a rifle!

Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.

Unless you work in demolition, don't burn bridges.

Every little thing counts in a crisis.

It's like playing tennis, you play a different rally with different people. Every actor is different and the chemistry between actors is different.