It's summer and time for wandering...

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

The train blows through towndelivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone”Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.

...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanky.

Ever since time began, people have recognized their true Love by the light in their eyes.

The more you read, the more you want to know, and so the more questions you have.

You don't get somebody to like you by doing them a favor. That only tends to build resentment over the fact that they are needy and you are not. No, you ask them to do you a favor.

It's in our nature to be intrigued. We're putting the bread crumb not in your mouth but close to your mouth. You reach a little bit, and that's why it works.

In a life which has meaning in it, past and future sustain each other.

I'll do anything to stop my son running out into the street. I'll take a bullet for him. He's hit me a few times. He shows no remorse afterward.

A brilliant strategy is, certainly, a matter of intelligence, but intelligence without audaciousness is not enough.

I always wanted to play a Greek god in something.

All of us write wish fulfillment.

This stupid sensitivity! But then women like sensitivity.