...when the petals fallSay it is beautiful and good, say it is well

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.

I am not ready to die, But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom

But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings.

What does myself now say to me?"Open the door of Mystery.

A bolt that raised her heart to blazing heightAnd made the vertical the very thrust of hope, And found its path at last(Slow work of Grace).

It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name, Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with light.

I can tell you that solitudeIs not all exaltation, inner spaceWhere the soul breaths and work can be done.Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts.The past, never at rest, flows through it.

I find that writing is as magical as the genre I write in. When the story comes alive and takes over, it's truly a journey to another world.

A man's capacity is the same as his breadth of vision.

PROPAGANDA (PROP-A-GANDER)An evil grin behind a smiling clown's maskKamil Ali

It is wrong to become absorbed in the divine law to such a degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what right do men touch that unknown thing?

What is the mass of a feeling? What is its wavelength, its position on the electromagnetic spectrum?

Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves.

At 50$ per barrel of oil we shall lose about three trillion rubles of budget income

I've been married twice. Most women would rather not be married to a traveling blues singer

Different people have their ways of measuring success, maybe it's not the right way but wrong's what I do best.

I love scars on people. Scars to me are so attractive.