I play with the fire of my own truth, " she told me, "I will burn for the things I love.

The truth, the all moving magic, the single handed spark of it all wasI found art. And this saved my life.

Know that we have met before and that we will meet again. I will find my way to you in the next life, and every life after that.

Know that I loved you and that I belonged to you. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

That is what love does, it upstages fear.

You do not need words to tell the truth.

You are only as touched my the magic of this life as you want to be.

Thinking positively is a choice.

Elders in the dark see better than children in the light.

Make sure you live, ' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?

Jesus is the culmination of the greatness and the goodness of God.

Life is laughter amid a rosary of death.

Here is part of the tradeoff with diversification. You must be diversified enough to survive bad times or bad luck so that skill and good process can have the chance to pay off over the long term.

I felt very bad in Washington. . . I didn't like my job, and I didn't know what was going to happen to me, and I was cold and half-hungry, so I wrote a great many poems.

Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.

One must learn to give up momentary, uncertain and destructive pleasure for delayed, restrained, but dependable pleasure.

Like all of my fictions, 'Sinner' is a mirror. Look into it and you will find yourself. What you do with what you see is your choice.