We grow like flowers, and bear desire, the odor of the human flowers.

Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer.

Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.

There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.

Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above.

We love in others what we lack ourselves, and would be everything but what we are.

A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?

Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.

There is no death. The thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life.

There is no hope the future will but turn the old sand in the falling glass of time.

Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears, Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!

How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?

My mind is killing me”— The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind

Life demands growth

You cannot knock a man down who will not stand up, nor argue with a skeptic.

I have a home in Orlando. That's kind of my default "getaway" city.

There are no crown princes at Ford.

we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.

I've always been trying to write songs like Lightfoot. A song of mine like 'Come Monday' is a direct result of me trying to write a Gordon Lightfoot song.

That was a foul, young lady. You know that was a foul. Don't ask dumb questions.

Everyone loves something for nothing...even if it costs everything.