The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

In my heaven sweet melodies of the skies ripple pool of the sea playing sweet song to me, sharing tales of the past, blending with mine as mirage, painting new...I breathe in, am in love and alive...

Life crumples me like paper, Tight, smashed, discarded. But crumpled paper soon unfolds, Opening slowly, sharing what was once hidden inside, Allowing my story to be revealed.

Is it really a Lie if someone is unwilling to see the Truth?

When we wallow in anxiety and doubts, we subject ourselves to fear. When we focus on the greatness of God, we make fear subject to faith.

The difficulty of IVF or of any fertility issues is the hope and the shattered hope, the dream that it might happen this time and then it doesn't happen.

Together we have sent a message that will echo from Wall Street to Washington, from Maine to California.

We cannot rest while Brazilians are going hungry, while families are living in the streets, while poor children are abandoned to their own fates and while crack and crack dens rule.

I really do believe that much of what coming out of Donald Trump's mouth was a play from Vladimir Putin's playbook.

Don't beat yourself up over what you could have or should have done. The past is gone. Move on to the future.

Taking responsibility takes all the joy out of life, and drains a man to dust.