The house burned in the fire. Her house. Her prison of lies and of denial. Her American dream turned nightmare.”~Unbreakable Heart

She has learned to love. To fear. To hate. And then to love again. Through it all, she writes.” ~Once Upon A Time There Was A Girl

He loves me, he loves me not. How many flowers must I kill before he loves me?” ~He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Haunted by demons of the past, hounded by demons not yet met, the nevermore and evermore left her little peace.” ~A Tale of Two Women

You are not what others think you are. You are what God knows you are.

If you see that you are a bundle of memories and words, the restless monkey comes to an end.

Fake confidence on the outside often trumps truthful turmoil on the inside.

Most of the people that doubt other people's dreams do so because they don't even believe in their own dreams.

Every age needs men who will redeem the time by living with a vision of things that are to be.

I imagine a certain amount of consumer impulse will be replaced by community connection. You can already see it starting with things like the local food movement.

I think something substantial will pass out of the House at some point during this term.

There's no rule, no law, no regulation that says you can't come back. So I have every right to come back.

And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?

Pursue your dreams and see the opportunities in life's setbacks.