I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems.

Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.

And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!

Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.

We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.

We stand dead still and we listen to the night. The city drones. An owl hoots and a cat howls and a dog barks and a siren wails.We let the stars shine into us.

A school for the writing of nonsense and the pursuit of extraordinary activities.

In the end she just said..... All I did was to run away for a few minutes! All I wanted was to be free!

History may be just bones and ruins to you, but it is people, Janet. People loving, hurting, and dying.

Never stop saying, “I love you”!

Fangs out? Check. Claws sharp? Check. Plan? Plan? What plan? I’m making this up as I go.

If there's anything worth any risk at all, it's got to be love, right?

We must never rest until everything inside us worships God.

The best way to prepare for any moment in the future is to be fully conscious in the present.

I love people and want to be good to people. If I'm in restaurant and somebody doesn't treat a waitress right, I literally will leave. I will unfriend you. You are not my friend anymore.

Now her eyes meet mine like green lightning-they are green, these eyes of hers, whose power is so indescribable-green, but as are precious stones, or deep unfathomable mountain lakes.

Hollywood is run by men who are big on vulnerability.