True friends are to people what lighthouses are to ships. No matter how stormy it gets, they stay put and light our way.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

War could bond men like a magnet, but like a magnet it could repel them, too. The things they saw, the things they did. Sometimes they just wanted to forget.

I swallowed hard. It was my life. And it was my choice how I decided to live it.

The beauty of the Internet is that anybody can be a broadcaster now.

Without the National Federation of Republican Women, there would be no Republican Party.

I do not usually revise much, though I often cut, particularly the end or toward the end of a poem

You may say organize, organize, organize; but there may be so much organization that it will interfere with the work to be done.

No known roof is as beautiful as the skies above.

As usual, the people who are poorest - the blacks, Hispanics and disabled people - are going to suffer more than anyone else under the [Barack] Obama administration.

I think a lot of a man's outlook in life - at least mine - is shaped by his relationship with his father.

Sneaking out the back door to hand out with those hoodlum friends of mine.