Love is the castle, doubt is the moat, desire is the paddle and hope is the boat.

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

Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.

Sacrifices made for love are fine, unless the sacrifice is you.

Sometimes the only way to ever find yourself is to get completely lost.

Life is like a steering wheel, it only takes one small move to change your entire direction.

Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list.

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…

I don't want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.

If we change our thoughts from 'it's too late' to, 'there's still hope', we might see some change in the world.

... back then the sky seemed so vast. And now the sky above me... is low, and narrow, and heavy.

In my first year at drama school, I did this kids' show called 'Let's See.

Spontaneity is one of the joys of existence, especially if you prepare for it in advance.

A writer's ambition should be to trade a hundred contemporary readers for ten readers in ten years' time and for one reader in a hundred years' time.

Unfortunately, goodness and honor are rather the exception than the rule among exceptional men, not to speak of geniuses

Let's choose each day and every day to keep an attitude of faith and joy and belief and compassion.

Taste is only to be educated by contemplation, not of the tolerably good but of the truly excellent.

Art, if it is successful in the task of questioning reality, if it is good painting and not merely a performance of dexterity, will be an affirmation of God.

My dear hands. Farewell, my poor hands.