When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

It takes courage to violate expectations, but sometimes the reward is a new level of success.

An important memory is like a gravitational field--the mind is compelled to return to it again and again. It is like a moon

It'll take a smart person with passion over someone with years of experience any day. People with intelligence and passion will get the problem solved, no matter what.

I am beneath or above no one. When I am independent of the good or bad opinion of others, I stand strong in my own divine power.

I'm a character actor so I've jumped around to all kinds of things.

I held her tighter, just because I could. Because she was fierce, and beautiful, and mind.

That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.