She wore his love like a loaded gun.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in meOlder and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.

Trails are used by God to teach you humility and dependence on His grace rather than your own strength.

It is more agreeable to have the power to give than to receive.

I put myself on the line with my truth and my sexuality. That is my choice. My choice

One of the terrorist who was shot dead last week led us today to the hide out of the other 3 suspects.

We are to enjoy what we have while we have it, but we are never to get to the point where we think we could not love without it.

We never talked to each other in my family. We communicated by putting Ann Landers articles on the refrigerator.

Your words are the greatest power you have. The words you choose and their use establish the life you experience.

Much is written of the power of the Press, a power which may last but a day; by comparison little is heard of the power of books, which may endure for generations.