My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn't write What the night pencilled in.

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore

Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.

I always begin my stories as experiments - on large yellow tablets - a mixture of writing and sketching.

Ah, the sun will catch me, in my disturbing transparency. What am I but an awareness of the dark, forever?

Jesus Christ was a simple man walked around, did a few miracles, said a few things and died. It was enough for him to say what he felt and glow with the light of eternity.

People are not your most important asset....the right people are.

Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.

I usually just wear black so my shoes and my socks are my rays of sunshine.

People are reticent to give a newborn the hepatitis B vaccine and often delay it.

The ultimate error is the refusal to look evil in the face.

Where is the harm in the wireless industry?