I'd keep your beauty timeless. like a flower pressed in a book, yesI wouldn't let it fade Folded in the chapters of my mind

As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?

Coming down life's highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space

Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Life doesn't revolve around youIt revolves around those you love

Thankful another tomorrow greetsAs I drink from cup of time And prepare to lock the door behind meand leave it to others

When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time

There is nothing to fearFrom your reflection

Life is the night skyAll the dots of stars are happiness

Each day is always breaking out anew Aspirations swirling round what you do

We learn and grow Always building on what we know

It's always thoughts of family that drive me crazy, and it's always my friends who bring me

When you healed this tree, I felt like the leaves waved and made gentle sounds. Maybe the tree was saying thank you.

Medical tourism can be considered a kind of import: instead of the product coming to the consumer, as it does with cars or sneakers, the consumer is going to the product.

No one can drive us crazy unless we give them the keys.

"I shouldn't have done that," I said. That was when I kissed him again. May God forgive me for this and all these things I've done.

Chef: Any cook who swears in French.

I think people are sometime reluctant to read outside of their own race. This is heartbreaking.

People think the camera steals their soul. Places, I am convinced, are affected in the opposite direction. The more they are photographed (or drawn and painted) the more soul they seem to accumulate.

During my training I was trained in Psycho-politics. This was the art of capturing the minds of a nation through brainwashing and fake mental health.

I don't want to be George Lucas and go back after the fact.