When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.

I can't understand why people use religion to hurt each other when there's already so much pain in the world.

In the years since, I've discovered there's a lot to be said for boredom.

But sooner or later the last good time would come around. It does for all of us.

We're not quite ending where we began, but close enough.Close enough.

...there are worse things than losing the girl.

God and heaven lasted about four years longer than the Tooth Fairy

His mind is like that. On the inside, where he never smiles.

I was tired of just letting things happen to me and then feeling bad about them.

The last good time always comes

As much as it hurts, I would rather miss someone than hit someone.

We violated each other’s boundaries with verbal missiles of anger disguised in the pretense of “just kidding.

The world pays no attention to those who have nothing to offer

A hen is only an egg's way of making another egg.

Everything is perpetually becoming new.

I try and make all my songs sound different from each other while doing it in a way that's still me. It's a tricky thing to do.

Critic asks: 'And what, sir, is the subject matter of that painting?' - 'The subject matter, my dear good fellow, is the light.

It was tumultuous, it was crazy, but I would not trade it for anything.

I finally figured it out, I finally figured out how to find some peace and happiness. I sure would hate for the man upstairs to take me now. But at least I did figure it out.

Mother Dolores Hart's prose is a reflection of the inner beauty she has always possessed. A fascinating read... and read again!