It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

I am grateful in life and online. My gratitude raises my vibration and enhances my joy.

I know every guy here, and they’re all pretty much jerks.

And in the end blood and tears are alike because they stop too.

God’s judgment echoes the sound of hoofbeats, but God’s love quietly convicts.

She was the reason I started to write but her beauty is kept me writing.

The important thing to remember is not to forget

I love female-driven drama, and those kinds of characters. I really love complex women.

The 800 pound gorilla just entered the blogosphere, with Google launching its blog search.

The Shift is coming. The Shift has to be coming. Because if you keep living like this you'll die.

The world changes materially. Science makes advances in technology and understanding. But the world of humanity doesn't change.