Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.

And even when they refuse to listen, I'll keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

When you have something this good, you keep it. Forever. And that's all the magic there is to it.

This is a story about survival.Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life.The things left unsaid...

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

And you left your mark on me...With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one.

Stop setting yourself on fire for people who just stand to watch you burn.

The first kiss is the deepest.""The last breath is the hardest.

We do not recognize that we are addicted to some negative psychological habit, some terribly self-destructive patterns of thinking...

When my income exceeds my outgo, my upkeep will be downright easy.

A good friend of mine was Lucy Ball. Her mother and my mother were best friends.

Sherrill On Easter Day the veil between time and eternity thins to gossamer.

I don't want to sound like some old person pining for how things used to be, because I'm not. But walking down the street, for example, used to be a public activity; you'd see the other people.

The unjustifiable severity of a parent is loaded with this aggravation, that those whom he injures are always in his sight.

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

Their forward got a lucky squeeze from the defender.

May the honey-sweet flute music that flows from Lord Mukunda's lotus mouth fill me with bliss.

We don't work for each other, We work with each other.