It is a rare and valuable tonic to share insights, dreams and concerns with people whom you have never met. The sole purpose for such exchanges is simply to give light to one another.

We need a safe place, a reserve of truth, a place where words kindle ideas and set ideas sparking off in others, a word sanctuary. Poetry is this gathering place of words.

If the weeds are pulled out of the garden too soon, the too shallow roots of the plants developing around it get pulled up with the weed also. Time is what is needed before criticism can be useful.

I didn't get to be this smart by not being stupid

There are many out there who proudly call themselves critics, but I have come to see that many of those critics have never tested their own skill.

Universal love is the standard-sized socket that everyone can plug into. No adapting mechanism required.

There are two types of people in this world: Gypsy and Gadge. Which one am I? Neither. I'm a writer.

Paint right into the darkness. While painting in these conditions the mind shifts gears, engaging the unconscious. Unique 'insights' happen in the dark.

Writing without words? Its not easy, I tell you! I stab the pen into my heart and let the blood flow. No more ink, no more words, no more b.s. Just me.

The exchange of words is a lot like a virtual handshake. Is the writer's grasp of the language strong and bold? Are the words gripping? Direct? Inventive? Sincere?

Interlude with sunshine. Hello monday mein lazy freund.

Will you ever stop needing to be right?Will I ever stop needing you to be?

Even if you are strange, you may not be able to deny that we all live in the same home that we call Earth. So let us love her.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.

I have always thought that Israel, as an independent and sovereign nation, had a right to defend itself.

Susan Sontag: What she really wanted, throughout her career, was to grow up to be a Frenchman.

If we're not growing, we must feel guilty, because we are not fulfilling Christ's demand.

No one knows what cuases an outer landscape to become an inner one.

I was on a Japanese designers' pedestal - considered a maestro. My design was getting closer to a couturier's work, and I felt like I was missing something.