Once our idea of heaven meant all the dead relatives waiting on the kept lawn of the many mansions as if, suddenly sinless, they had nothing to do.

...heaven may be only the mind's fear of the wonders it imagines.

Some wrong eternity that wouldn’t budge, like trying to move a wardrobe or a safe, only to feel how light I was.

Rainbows paint the sky with different colors of love, sadness, and joy.

Everything would have been for nothing just because I simply didn’t listen.

A liar with a pen is a writer

In the town live witches nine: three in worsted, three in rags, and three in velvet fine.

Remorse is impotence, impotence which sins again. Repentance alone is powerful; it ends all.

Philanthropy is no longer about writing a check for $10,000 to the opera.

Determine that today you will overcome your self of the day before, tomorrow you will win over those of lesser skill, and later you will win over those of greater skill.

Be comforted with this divine thought that your spiritual and physical pains are the test of the Divine Will.

How do we remember people when they don’t make reservations?

In the end what will prevail is your passion not your tale, for love is the Holy Grail.