What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.

You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you

Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.

I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.

I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.

Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.

Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.

Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.

Even today, I've no idea what the truth is, or what I did with it.

As soon as you stop making everyone else responsible for your happiness, the happier you’ll be.

I'd rather be stung to death by a bunch of piss ants. ~Synola Harper, You're Busting My Nuptials

Those who are unwilling to invest in the future haven't earned one.

If a course needs to be in great condition to be played effectively, then the design strategy is flawed.

A team doesn't win the championship if its players are working from different agendas.

I've figured out my learning curve. I can look at something and somehow know exactly how long it will take for me to learn it.

I wanted to see what was there for me once, what is there for me now.

Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams, he sees something of his own soul in the plants and the animals and the birds of the field.

Since when did I become the spokesperson for nappy-headed hos?