The sacred bequestOf times long spent with your heartThat saturate and illuminate you nowSo piercingly…

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.

I felt ashamed for having judged him so harshly without knowing the real boy. His one offense against me―goaded by Charlie’s bullying character―was easy to forgive.

Whoever changes one life, changes the whole world.

Death defines life. I'd rather stay undefined.

Though men determine the gods do dispose: and oft times many things fall out between the cup and the lip.

Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.

I wanted to be with the men I admired rather than the Scottish Arts Council crowd, so I spent a lot of time in graveyards. You get less trouble from the dead.

When money functions as measure of value it must truly represent the values it helps to circulate.

The visual life is an enormous undertaking, practically unattainable.

No one should have to get a PhD in economics to survive in this economy.

Look into any man's heart you please, and you will always find, in every one, at least one black spot which he has to keep concealed.