I am lonely here sometimes. I'm like the gate, swinging in the breeze when I long for someone to just secure the latch and stop me from flailing about

What is childhood without stories? And how will children fall in love with stories without bookstores? You can't get that from a computer.

All I hear is my own grating thoughts. Is there anything more horrid than being trapped inside yourself with nothing but your own insecurities.

The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.

Never underestimate the power of dreams and the influence of the human spirit. We are all the same in this notion: The potential for greatness lives within each of us.

The music that I play and that I like is traditional music, maybe it's because of my age.

When men and women agree, it is only in their conclusions; their reasons are always different.

I have come to know that we learn much more of what is important when we concentrate on helping others than when we concentrate on our own challenges.

So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.

I definitely want to write some fiction, for sure. I already have half of the next book. I already have it all mapped out. I'm ready. I'm ready to bring it to the world.

Who is that blond child laughing as he runs after his colored marbles? [my marbles] It's me And who is the poet writing this poem? That blond child who laughed as he ran after his colored marbles

I would rather worry without need than live without heed.

In a murderous time/the heart breaks and breaks/and lives by breaking.