The truth, the all moving magic, the single handed spark of it all wasI found art. And this saved my life.

I play with the fire of my own truth, " she told me, "I will burn for the things I love.

Know that we have met before and that we will meet again. I will find my way to you in the next life, and every life after that.

Know that I loved you and that I belonged to you. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

That is what love does, it upstages fear.

You do not need words to tell the truth.

You are only as touched my the magic of this life as you want to be.

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

Statistics is the grammar of science.

So I think you have to marry for the right reasons, and marry the right person.

No nice men are good at getting taxis.

Many of the poets I most admire have a way of embodying their peculiar obsessions via landscape that can sometimes seem magical.

One might as well attempt to describe the smoothness of the wind as to paint a clear picture of his complete swing.

Oscar Peterson is the greatest living influence on jazz pianists today.

The right to have children should be a marketable commodity, bought and traded by individuals but absolutely limited by the state.

What worries me sometimes in the culture is that the role for music that actually challenges and enlightens the audience is being pushed to the sidelines.

I'm working on a poetry collection for Papaveria Press . It fills me with trepidation - poetry is something I'm much more self-conscious about than prose.