The train blows through towndelivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone”Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...

It's summer and time for wandering...

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanky.

Make enthusiasm a way of life. Make optimism a way of success. Make gratitude a way of happiness.

I had a lump in my throat the size of a bundt cake pan.

She spent the first half of her life alone. For the second half, she longed for a man of dignity to rescue her.

What lies beneath this envelope of flesh and blood, hmm? Is it something special? Perhaps, when I peel it open, I will be able to see. Perhaps your screams will tell me everything I need to know.

I find any sort of acting that doesn't have any humor in it is mind-numbingly boring.

It's amazing what ordinary people can do if they set out without preconceived notions.

Other people keep our souls alive, just like food and water does with our body.

For me, religiosity is ... the constant remembrance of the presence of the soul.

Everybody was wary. This was a time when communists marched through the streets, waving flags and shouting. The unions did the same thing so you began to associate them.

Catherine Zeta-Jones started out like me. Her big break in Hollywood was in 'Zorro.'