One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away:Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

When we are courageous enough to begin exploring the ‘Why’s” and the ‘Who’s' of life, the ‘How’s’ and ‘What’s’ of life start to come into focus as well. "

Behind this story so far is another story, as behind the girders of an ancient bridge is the skeleton of a child which superstition says keeps the bridge standing.

Death wasn't a movie where the pretty star faded away with a touch of pale makeup and every hair in place.

Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now.

The man who thrusts his manners upon me does as if he were to insist on introducing me to his cabinet of curiosities, when I wished to see himself.

I don't like being in one place too long. Five days just about does it for me because I have a very low threshold for boredom.

Magic is. But its power is nothing beside love. --Prince Carrick

Cinema as a means of expression fascinates me.

It's not what you wear it's how you wear it, is what I say.

When something good hits me, I'll use Siri to make a note so I don't forget.