Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind

The easiest way to be reborn is to live and feel life everyday

A moment’s beginning ends in a moment

Crossing the limit is not my styleMy footsteps meander less than a mileI travel the world perhaps in a minuteYet a dream, to me, is never infinite!

Nothing is dark when you embosom your own light within you

Truth will keep on telling the truthLies will lie to be more uncouthNo more rainbow after the stormNowhere to escape leaving the norm

People say- 'NASA lies.' I say- 'the moon knows it all. Look at the moon and forget the spinning flat world.

Tomorrow is the only future we have. Let’s live to love it!

Let the blue of the sky and ocean take your blue away when you feel blue

Who’s gonna bring the wild animals some hope? If we don’t love them the way they are..

Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

Sometimes the magic of life is beyond thought. It's the sparkle of intuition, of bringing your own personal energy into your music.

It is a solemn thing to find oneself drawn out in prayer which knows no relief till the soul it is burdened with is born. It is no less solemn afterwards, until Christ is formed in them.

I would say we want to stop the firing of rockets, for sure. But we also want to dismantle the terror - the tunnel - the terror tunnel networks that we have uncovered.

It is wonderful what you can do when you have to.

I put the words down and push them a bit.

The highest problem of any art is to cause by appearance the illusion of a higher reality.

I've always relied on producing more material than I need. With each of my published novels I've written around four times the amount of material that's ended up in the book.

I work really, really hard and it's challenging going through all of those time zones and having to be awake when you're supposed to be asleep. I literally fly more than a pilot.

But it was equally clear to her that this was her fate, that she had called its name and it had come to her, and she could do nothing now but own it.