No matter what, we have to keep moving forward, even if we have to crawl.

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.

Sacrifices made for love are fine, unless the sacrifice is you.

Sometimes the only way to ever find yourself is to get completely lost.

Life is like a steering wheel, it only takes one small move to change your entire direction.

Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list.

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

I don't want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.

If we change our thoughts from 'it's too late' to, 'there's still hope', we might see some change in the world.

Literature sustains life because it captures death in its forward march. Clickety-clickety-clack, the wheels go round and round ...

I don't buy a lot when I travel, but when I do, I like to send gifts from wherever I am. It's fun to find the local post office.

They all attended Hester's church, which Dellarobia viewed as a complicated pyramid scheme of moral debt and credit resting ultimately on the shoulders of the Lord, but rife with middle managers.

Alexander McQueen... The fashion world has not only lost an icon but we have also lost a very special friend.

When the very source of creation is within you, all the solutions are within you. The problems are just created by you.

All UK nuclear power stations should be shut down without delay.

I am driving an unfamiliar vehicle down a narrow road I've never seen before. Do you really want to be pissing me off right now?

Worthiness is a process, and perfection is an eternal trek. We can be worthy to enjoy certain privileges without being perfect.

Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin.

I knew [Timothy] Leary, but barely knew, didn't really know Jan [Kerouac].