Once spun, The silken thread of all our aspirationsRemains intact, It can never be broken.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.

Sense how Even the smooth stones ache With stories of their own In the shuddering light of day.

The searing light of morning Asks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

Be brave enough to never yearn For that you cannot hold close In your heart forever. Tread lightly, cherish compassion And live in the moment without fear.

Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

Sublime moments refracted, Even if only for seconds, Caught forever in your soul.

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

You accomplish exactly as much as the people who serve you decide you'll accomplish, and nothing more.

We aim for the higher calling of God.

Adapting our own perception, following rather than leading and building bridges are all keys to helping the child with autism learn.

A broken heart doesn't need repaired. Because maybe one of your pieces fits perfectly with someone else's heart.

I love coffee. It's one of my favorite things in the world, and I love tasting different coffees.

My crotch is like scrambled eggs

There's something profoundly disturbing about watching an old guy eat a sandwich.

I've seen golems. They don't behave like a real person.

Wise to resolve, patient to perform.

Every jack has his jill; if only they can find each other.