There were women who navigated in canoes, holding their children, the beguiling wind blowing soft sleet kisses, raining upon their skins

Whose ideas breathe through me? Am I a thief? Do I dream my own dreams?

The sea is rushing in now as unconsciousness does.I can see a chord, hear gospel songs as we hoist the sails.The sails are a soft white bird. We are airborne. We are primitive.

It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Before it fades, and is lost for good, like memories

I want to sling a stone, a small rock into a pool, see it ripple. I want to shake a tree, create a small storm..

I was an unwilling passenger leaving the Big Country. I would miss the mountains and the waterfalls, the treks on broad horses' backs to hidden villages in secret valleys.

Our eyes met. I kissed her soft face, and down the stairs they descended. Their voices blended into an echo, a murmur. I ventured barefoot into the bedroom. The dark gown lay crumpled upon the bed

She hands me an ornament of The Virgin Mary. "Pray to the Holy Mary, Mother of God!" I notice she has a gold chain round her neck. It has the holy cross and a shamrock

I was climbing high, high up Pen Dinas Head among the sparkling yellow gorse, sea birds and white heather, with the oily sheep huddled together against the wind

I can see the caravanserai, like a mirage in the distance. The heat hums. I thought I saw water. What would you have on these trade winds for your comfort?

A bruise is a lesson... and each lesson makes us better.

I won’t give my heart to another girl until God shows me it’s my wife.

When you're young, you say what you feel.When you're adult, you speak what you think.When you grow old, you listen to what nature says.

God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.

The reality of life is that we are exposed to a multiplicity of toxic substances.

You're only young once, but you can be immature forever.

Ideas are nothing, doing is everything

There's one thing we need above everything else; it's something we don't talk about these days. We need a mighty avalanche of conviction of sin.

If I wasn't an actress I'd definitely want to do something in the arts and something that was very creative.

A person's life is of their own making, and I take full responsibility for mine.