Happy people have everything to give.

The trees were friendly, they gave me rest and shadowed refuge. Slipping through them, I felt safe and competent. My whole body was occupied. I had little energy to think or worry.

Beneath hot sun, desert roses bloomed. Under cold moon, I still refused to.

Water was liquid silver, water was gold. It was clarity—a sacred thing. Drinking was no longer something to take for granted. I’d never needed to consider water before.

There was so little I wanted to carry. Packing my backpack took me all of four minutes

The bravest thing I ever did was leave there. The next bravest thing I did was come back, to make myself heard.

I’d believed I needed to be steady in myself before I could function with others—but surviving alone no longer felt like a good way either.

I realized that the most empowering important thing was actually simply taking care of myself.

I was promising myself strength.I had to write it, say it, make the effort and fake it before I actually believed I could do it.

I was the director of my life, it was already true, and I would soon lead myself to my dreamed-of destinations.It was the task of my one thousand miles of solitude.

I no longer needed to peel myself of my skin, or to hide. To Dash the colorless ephemeral things that existed just beneath my surface were as vivid as the beauty marks he traced on my cheek.

Fear deprive us of what we can possess.

We're all guilty of dedicating time to people who didn't value it.

A Brand is what a Business/Person does… a Reputation is what people Remember and Share.

There are only two things a child will share willingly - communicable diseases and his mother's age.

The more I use my strength in the service of my vision the less I am afraid.

Meadowlark and I share a common vision of bringing joy and laughter to others.

Inspiration? - a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance.

Commute me, execute me. Don't drag it out.

We measure minds by their stature; it would be better to esteem them by their beauty.

The mind of a painter should be like a mirror which is filled with as many images as there are things placed before him.