He loves me, he loves me not. How many flowers must I kill before he loves me?” ~He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

She has learned to love. To fear. To hate. And then to love again. Through it all, she writes.” ~Once Upon A Time There Was A Girl

Haunted by demons of the past, hounded by demons not yet met, the nevermore and evermore left her little peace.” ~A Tale of Two Women

The house burned in the fire. Her house. Her prison of lies and of denial. Her American dream turned nightmare.”~Unbreakable Heart

Writing was a spiritual exercise for my father, the only thing he really believed in.

For me, nature is something you watch on the Discovery Channel, or on the evening news -- as you learn how much more of it's been savaged to make way for the Blackberry realm that is my home

If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.

I didn't want to be the typical teen idol. I didn't want to be Leif Garrett. I didn't want to be Shaun Cassidy, David Cassidy or Parker Stevenson. I wanted to do my own thing.

The term accessories has come to include a host of photographic gadgets of questionable value.

I always look at Style.com and look at all the designers and I know all the model's names.

When God saves you, he doesn’t do it because you gave him permission. He did it because he’s God.

Musicians have made incredible contributions to the conservation and environmental movement and continue to do so, more than ever.

All significant battles are fought within self.