If the sun rolled back like an eye, it would see the mind of God.

If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.

There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time.

Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.The wind moves like a wounded animal.The ground must be full of teeth by now.

Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron.

Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns.

That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand.

I found myself praying: "May I love and accept myself just as I am.

Letters, like compilation tapes, were really vehicles for unexpressed emotions and she was clearly putting far too much time and energy into them.

You want to keep the severity of our environmental problems in mind enough to keep yourself motivated but not enough to paralyze you into depression.

When you get some success, you want more. When you get one mountain climbed, you want to climb the next one.

The spirit of Christ is a missionary spirit.

In short, is not liberty the freedom of every person to make full use of his faculties, so long as he does not harm other persons while doing so?

The majority is always sane.

I'm not a crook. I've earned everything I've got.

I loved challenging myself every day. The weight room was my therapy for everyday life stresses. No matter what I was doing I always wanted to be the best.

The prohibition of L'shon Hara is the Jewish equivalent of the Buddhist practice of Right Speech.