How can the bird that is born for joySit in a cage and sing?How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?

When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

Our imagination is dictated by who we are. (198)

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

They do sometimes go crazy, these people, because the world is telling them not to want the things they want. It can seem saner to give up-But then one goes insane from giving up.

It is an illusion that photos are made with the camera... they are made with the eye, heart and head.

But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.

I always wanted to perform in some capacity since I was a kid - I was a ballerina, then a singer before acting.

You don't know what is going to come to you in this world; you have to go on living and worrying. Those who die are pitying us; they are blessing us. Why should you grieve for them?

We don't eat anything that has to be killed for us.

Only in Jesus Christ do we see how the untamable, infinite God can become a baby and a loving Savior. On the cross we see how both the love and the holiness of God can be fulfilled at once.

I have had mystical experiences with horses. I felt they were communicating with me in horse communication.