There's more than one way to tell each other things, and there's more than one way to listen, too.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and filled myself up with the breeze from the valley. Then I let it out slow so it could get back to its travels, with a little bit of me added to it.

I just loved making words into stories by the sound of my voice.

I was saying the right things, but not the really true things.

...how do you run and play when you feel like there are bricks of the heaviest sadness weighing down every part of your body? How do you laugh and talk when there are no laughs left inside of you?

There is never enough time for fun.

...sadness is a powerful foe, maybe harder to keep down than happiness...

Every problem is a new puzzle to be solved.

Despair is the conclusion of fools.

Seeking is not always the way to find.

Whites have traded their culture for power.

It turns out that doing the right thing, treating people right, is also the right thing for the company.

You mirror what the world mirrors to you.

Tolerance is a one-way street in the Age of Obama. 'Choice' is in the eye (and iron fist) of the First Amendment usurper.

Speaking for myself, my very integrity as a human being needs to include my freedom to explore who I am both spiritually and sexually. Not just to explore - but to practice.

The world's crazy, when it comes to beauty.

The discovery of one star is the promise of another.