Look up. This is the season of shooting stars. Light, two thousand years old, still dazzling. Let me see your face. Your face lit up by twenty centuries.

Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.

I know from my own experience that suicide is not what it seems. Too easy to try to piece together the fragmented life. The spirit torn in bits so that the body follows.

I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallnesss that I am. Against the daily death the iconography of wings.

Saddest of all are the woman who were brought up to believe that self-sacrifice is the highest female virtue.

Examine this statement: ‘A woman cannot be a poet.’ Dr Samuel Johnson (Englishman 1709-84 Occupation: Language Fixer and Big Mouth.) What then shall I give up? My poetry or my womanhood?

But if what can exist does exist, is memory invention or is invention memory?

I think therefore I am. Does that mean 'I feel therefore I'm not'? But only through feeling can I get at thinking.

Time: Change experienced and observed. Time measured by the angle of the turning earth as it rotates through its axis. The earth turning slowly on its spit under the fire of the sun.

The words come at my call but who calls whom?

Fall for me, as an apple falls, as rain falls, because you must. Use gravity to anchor your desire.

The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge.

Also, I walk and hike in several different nearby parks near our home several early mornings a week.

I could listen to the radio and I had access to books from time to time. Not all the time.

It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." (Jace)

True beauty comes from the inside out. It emerges from proper thinking, as well as proper nutrition and exercise.

[Ted Cruz] lies about things that he shouldn't be lying about. He lies about things that don't matter.

We also very importantly recommend continued growth in the Army and the Marine Corps end strength.

What am I most ashamed of in my life? Not keeping my promise to my sister and being too scared of America to attend her funeral.

The joy of Jesus will be my strength - it will be in my heart. Every person I meet will see it in my work; my walk, my prayer - in everything.

Whatever an artist's personal feelings are, as soon as an artist fills a certain area on the canvas or circumscribes it, he becomes historical. He acts from or upon other artists.