On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park.

Joy requires one to be awake, Adjusting the heart's ambience to bright. Some prefer the dark, as is their right, On grounds of agony, and to forsake Not only bliss, but all that's blessed by light.

Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago.

On Hanukkah, the first dark night, Light yourself a candle bright. I'll you, if you will me invite To dance within that gentle light.

As spirits roam the neighborhoods at night, Let loose upon the Earth till it be light.

...A fuel-less flame is nothing but a wraith, However wrought, if unsustained by passion.

Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a lightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat.

Only night can make us whole again.

Angels are quite ample cause to cry.

By day each soul must walk within its shadow. Only night can make us whole again.

Love of life at times requires death

...you do violence with your words if you force them - art is given - the words received, moment by moment from unseen hands - call it a Muse ...

I'm busier than ever and it's led to new opportunities. But I've never worried about being rich or famous - for me, it's all about the dancing.

My fate cannot be mastered; it can only be collaborated with and thereby, to some extent, directed. Nor am I the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.

You can't do anything interesting with cutting-edge technology except not make it cutting-edge.

As we have more women in power, so the plays and the TV dramas are reflecting what's happening.

I have a serious love for clothes, like no other.

So is the savage buffalo, especially delighting in dark places, where he can wallow in the mud and slake his thirst without much trouble; and here also we find the wild pig.

I really realized how much happier I am when I'm doing projects that I'm chosen to do, and on the flip side, how much unhappier I am on projects that make me feel uncomfortable.

A good deed hidden in silence dies.

We never understand what we're praying, and God, in His mercy, does not answer our prayers according to our understanding, but according to His wisdom.