The eclipses ofpoets are not foretold in the calender.

Somewhere in the night ahuman being is drowning.

For the way of the comets is the poet's way.

If God is really my Father, I have rights, and He has responsibilities. I hereby claim my birthright to be protected, educated, and provided for!

Not everything's funny, Mother.""No, " said Leola, "so I guess when you can laugh, , it's all the sweeter.

At home in bed that first night I had patchy, mundane dreams about normal things. It would be nobler and less uncomfortable to write that I tossed sleeplessly.

It's a crazy world, so sports and athletics and music can be a form of escapism.

I'm so proud of how well Canada did at the Games here. It think we're going to do even better in 2010.

A Rescuer isn't always a person. Addictions to alcohol or drugs, sexual addiction, workaholism-all the ways we numb out-can rescue the Victim from feeling his or her own feelings.

I do not limit God by seeing limitation in myself. With God and myself all things are possible.

The value of a thing is the amount of laboring or work that its possession will save the possessor.

People like the way dreams have of sticking to the soul.

Hopefully, with some years of practice and just getting to that state, I'll try extreme sports again.