A timeless energy encircles the world, drawing humanity into its grasp, eternally swirling, pulling souls together, tearing them apart in the eternal struggle of love, life and loss...

There is a waterfall in every dream. Cool and crystal clear, it falls gently on the sleeper, cleansing the mind and soothing the soul.

Monogamy is faith in the faithless

All women are lifelong members of the Secret Service...So, if you must lie, better make sure you cover your tracks because there is no such thing as a 'dumb blonde'...

The night it fallsThe stars shine throughThe inky blackThat is the cueFor plot demandsThat dreams be sownThe fantasies I have aloneThe words come fastThey flow like wineI am the midnight writer...

Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun...Life is strange and wondrous...

You are the oxygen that inflames the lust in my soul...

Passion drove her deeper, into the abyss beneath his skin where she mapped his soul to the dance of his heartbeat...

The silence of a wounded soul roars louder than any tempest...

Within the eye, mysteries of the soul burn deeply beneath the fiery chasms of love and patiently wait for an awakening ...

A time when sky blue love bids farewell to the day and before dusk falls, the sunset ignites the smouldering embers of the moonlit soul...

That's a rhetorical question, and trying to answer rhetorical questions instead of being cowed by them is a good habit to cultivate.

Bravery is an amazing and aggressive teacher. Its gives me the energy to dive into life, recover from disappointment, and mentally escape whatever locked door holds me in.

A mother is a child's first looking glass into the world.

When I have listened to my mistakes I have grown.

And he that doubteth is damned if he eat.

Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.

We don't communicate in full sentences anyway. We don't need all those words.

The self of which you speak, whether it is the great self or the small self, is only a concept that does not correspond to any reality.

We have no idea how the subjective quality of consciousness emerges from the physical stuff of the brain.

Sidney Lumet's chief preoccupation wasn't art. It was right and wrong in the American city, nearly always in New York.