my throat is starting to choke because i can still smell his scent that is lingering on my pillow from the last time he was here, with every breath i take.

when river reaches for my hand, he actually grabs me by my heart. it’s always been like this.

Our desire must be like a slow and stately ship sailing across endless oceans never in search of safe anchorage. Then suddenly unexpectedly it will find mooring for a moment.

Today's tears water tomorrow's gardens.

Loving and parenting a dog as a single parent can create all sorts of new and unusual problems, but also new sources of joy.

The Satanist realizes that man, and the action and reaction of the universe, is responsible for everything, and doesn't mislead himself into thinking that someone cares.

I acted my heart out.

When people come up to me and say 'oh, your singing made me cry', it's nice to realise that you're making other people happy, but I don't know how I do it. I just sing.

I write in order to attain that feeling of tension relieved and function achieved which a cow enjoys on giving milk.

The line between disorder and order lies in logistics.

I want to see an end to sovereign risk questions over Australia.

Global poverty is a powder keg that could be ignited by our indifference.