I died on a bitter cold night. Beneath a black sky and a bruised winter moon, I tried to fly, hoping my arms might act as wings.

Mama says it’s just her nature. Some people are flowers, and some are thorns.

Bethyl Ann has vomited words like she ate the dictionary.

Maybe Christmas is more than a day to receive. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, is a day to believe.

Mass media provides the essential link between the individual and the demands of the technological society.

Nothing good bursts forth all at once. The lightning may dart out of a black cloud; but the day sends his bright heralds before him, to prepare the world for his coming.

I should have been dead ten times over. I've thought about that a lot. I believe in miracles. It's an absolute miracle that I'm still around.

Please act in and through me. Please let my love increase, if it is your will. I feel that's the right thing; but even if it's not the right thing, I'm willing to abide by your judgment.

The men in my life were wonderful, but they were very artistic and very creative and they were adventurers like myself. So it wasn't right to settle down with them.

By suprematism I mean the supremacy of pure feeling in creative art.

From the very start of my career, it was clear to me that achievement was built on discipline.

Though strength be wanting, the will to action Merits praise.

Touch, touch, touch, touch me love, I'm shaking inside.