Be careful—my heart is broken—and you could fall in

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

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

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

Enchantment lies in everyday moments if you are observant.

Respond with love even when someone wants to hurt you.

There was something amazingly enticing about programming.

Science is different to all other systems of thought because you dont need faith in it, you can check that it works.

I am very little of a traveler.

It's tough to know the value of water until it's gone.

I'm thrilled when I get nominated. I don't count how many and I don't remember how many I've had. I just know it's a lot.

Life is a vapor. It passes in the blink of an eye.

My one concession to American sensibilities was to remove my nail polish.