Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

Faith is a strong fortress.

There is only one way to success.. and only one person can lead you there.. that’s YOU.

False humility is quite like the worst of both worlds: both that of Meekness and that of Conceit.

The stage of Creation is a Timeless Marche. The three measures of Nothing, Possibility, and Chaos will eternally ensure that the script continues on.

Where there is no style, there is in effect no point of view. There is, essentially, no anger, no conviction, no self. Style is opinion, hung washing, the caliber of a bullet, teething beads.

I've been writing all my life. Even though I didn't have sort of careerist aspirations as a writer, it was very much my identity.

Im lucky that its about fashion and perfume and cosmetics. If my father had owned a tire company, I dont know what I would have done.

I think I’m dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.

I tell you that there are eighty-plus-year-old nudists cavorting on your property, Ashley O'Ballivan, and all you can do is laugh?

Every girl need to party the U.S.A thats what being a girl is all about.