and everyone wants to read the poem we’re afraid to write.

I place solitude in a frame on my desk and call it, the one I love.

We must live with our hearts in our hands - like Mary.We must hold the blood-red heart and no be disappointedwhen others look away.

As I go under, I wonder if there’s a reason for art?

Yes, it hurts to fall— ache, tenderness—but each scar is a sign your system is working.

She pours sugar on her life and drinks the artist’s marrow in the bone of her glass and she lives.

in the corner of the painting of successthe signature is blurred

Like the kite that caught up to the sky, painted with clouds, I lost track of it, but it was connected by string, something I was holding, something I could always bring back.

Sometimes darknessis the beauty I am made of—

To suffer together is to suffer with beauty,

Maybe I’m still the mermaid. Maybe the ocean is your hand.

God is always working in every detail of our lives to help us turn our heart toward him. The life we've always wanted is found in Jesus.

Not getting a straight answer is a straight answer.

The legal right of the Southern people to reclaim their fugitives I have constantly admitted. The legal right of Congress to interfere with their institution in the states, I have constantly denied.

The Republican Party has become an ethnic nationalist party.

Time is the substance of which we are made

Tact is kind; diplomacy is useful; euphemism is harmless and sometimes entertaining

It's hard to tune heavily tuned code.

Meet everybody and every circumstance on the battlefield of life with the courage of a hero and the smile of a conqueror.

Follow your dreams, work hard, practice and persevere. Get plenty of exercise and maintain a healthy lifestyle.

The best I could say about third grade was that it was a more or less continuous state of dread.