My wandering imagination never gives up on me and always finds ways to explore what my emotions entail.

Words are God’s gift to mend a broken soul.

I kept reaching for my muses, my wandering muses, floatingon clouds filled with their passions.”(Muses of Wandering Passions, p. 64)

That is what you meant to me: a light that shone through the darkness.” (Your smile, p. 56)

Behind these eyesthere is a girl trapped withinher pain – a girl feeling all the emotionsof anger and sadness.She’s fighting for a way out.” (In her eyes, p. 39)

These cords that God makes, Reverend Bauxite thought, we stand holding one end while they run taut into the darkness.

I punched to line. "Yes? What?" "Norville. It's Cormac. If you don't change the subject right now, I'm going to have to go over there and have a word with you.

I guess I'm a workaholic!

This war, disguise it as they may, is virtually nothing more or less than perpetual slavery against universal freedoms.

The finishing stroke of all sorrow.

There is no more light in a genius than in any other honest man - but he has a particular kind of lens to concentrate this light into a burning point.

You can't think well while people are around you! Best thoughts visit us in the twilight of solitude!

Roy Orbison was the only act that The Beatles didn't want to follow.

Jesus does not demand great actions from us, but simply surrender and gratitude.

Any excuse to live in New York and do art. Has to be one of the most rewarding experiences in the world.