You can't make me be nice.You can't make me be good.You can't make me be

Music is my enchanter, the seducer of my emotions, the fire and ice that moves me.

I survive on moments of make-believe happiness.

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

Family gathersto share good noise and good food.Gratitude abounds.

It is an incapacitating emotion one feels upon hearing the whispered words "I still love you" after deeply hurting that soul. Forgiveness isn't weakness.It is power.

Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

Dreams become reality once the dreamer goes beyond imagining and acts them out.

I can and will improve the world.I will smile, show kindness, and be grateful.I refuse to be unhappy.

Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.

I am one thing, my writings are another.

I loved clinical practice, but in public health, you can impact more than one person at a time. The whole society is your patient.

When I'm in the car, I want the only one shouting to be me.

Only reality interests me now and I know I could spend the rest of my life in copying a chair.

So I think a writer should write what he loves, the people he relates to.

If the equality of individuals and the dignity of man be myths, they are myths to which the republic is committed.

When you work you learn something about what you are doing and you develop habits and procedures out of what you're doing.

Every time I had a vision of myself lying dead somewhere, it was up there, in the Highlands.

Everyone including YOU suffers when you refuse to BE all & DO all you can.