...you don't need a calling to minister love...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

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

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

The art of being wise is to respond to everything with kindness and love.

Psychology is the science of mental life

The sky, with a single star, would be dark and boring. A million stars in the firmament makes for something wondrous and bright.

We Californians can watch the Weather Channel for images of winter's brutality unleashed upon our fellow Americans and thank our lucky stars we don't have to contend with it.

I've never given up. I've always kept going. I don't feel that I could afford to give up. That would be the beginning of the end.

Sometimes things seem too good to be true.

A work of art doesn't have to be explained.

When you give without reservation, you’ll become a magnet that pulls the world toward you.

Unless you have tested the assumptions in your business model first, outside the building, your business plan is just creative writing.

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own