I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

If you sound like a contestant from The Apprentice or if the customer believes that they are being sold AT, you have already failed.

By making sad ones happy, we find our happiness!

Asking for blessings, receiving blessings, becoming a blessing, becoming a source of blessings

One upside of the heat. Kind of cool to see a cat pant.

..no matter how much one reads, the whole story can never be told.

I'll never run for office. But I intend, either on the fiscal commission or on issues like immigration, to hopefully have my voice be heard.

The more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry.

Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise.

I belong to the 8% of the world population who calm their apprehension by drowning it in numbers.