I escape disaster by writing a poem with a joke in it:The past, present, and future walk into a bar—it was tense.

I place solitude in a frame on my desk and call it, the one I love.

We must live with our hearts in our hands - like Mary.We must hold the blood-red heart and no be disappointedwhen others look away.

As I go under, I wonder if there’s a reason for art?

Yes, it hurts to fall— ache, tenderness—but each scar is a sign your system is working.

She pours sugar on her life and drinks the artist’s marrow in the bone of her glass and she lives.

in the corner of the painting of successthe signature is blurred

Like the kite that caught up to the sky, painted with clouds, I lost track of it, but it was connected by string, something I was holding, something I could always bring back.

Sometimes darknessis the beauty I am made of—

To suffer together is to suffer with beauty,

Maybe I’m still the mermaid. Maybe the ocean is your hand.

All you have to do is decide moment by moment which voice you listen to: the Truth of Love or the nightmare of fear.

Striving for successful goals will have a tendency at times to be discouraging, thankless, and mentally draining. You are entitled to these feelings, however you are not entitled to give up.

The kind of death you should mourn over is the one that happen when you abort your potentials prematurely! Life without purpose is a tragedy!

Surely wisdom will come as we listen to learn from children, parents, partners, neighbors, Church leaders, and the Lord.

Tide goes in, tide goes out. Never a miscommunication. You can't explain that. You can't explain why the tide goes in.

I don't think I'm singing. I feel like I'm playing a horn...What comes out is what I feel.

The American ideal is, after all, that everyone should be as much alike as possible.

If possessing a higher degree of intelligence does not entitle one human to use another for his or her own ends, how can it entitle humans to exploit non-humans?

I never had that thing about being black. If the whole world was like that, maybe there would be more harmony and love.

We haven't been able yet to determine in terms of genes what makes a human being a human and not another mammal.