Writing without words? Its not easy, I tell you! I stab the pen into my heart and let the blood flow. No more ink, no more words, no more b.s. Just me.

We need a safe place, a reserve of truth, a place where words kindle ideas and set ideas sparking off in others, a word sanctuary. Poetry is this gathering place of words.

It is a rare and valuable tonic to share insights, dreams and concerns with people whom you have never met. The sole purpose for such exchanges is simply to give light to one another.

If the weeds are pulled out of the garden too soon, the too shallow roots of the plants developing around it get pulled up with the weed also. Time is what is needed before criticism can be useful.

I didn't get to be this smart by not being stupid

There are many out there who proudly call themselves critics, but I have come to see that many of those critics have never tested their own skill.

Universal love is the standard-sized socket that everyone can plug into. No adapting mechanism required.

There are two types of people in this world: Gypsy and Gadge. Which one am I? Neither. I'm a writer.

Paint right into the darkness. While painting in these conditions the mind shifts gears, engaging the unconscious. Unique 'insights' happen in the dark.

The exchange of words is a lot like a virtual handshake. Is the writer's grasp of the language strong and bold? Are the words gripping? Direct? Inventive? Sincere?

Interlude with sunshine. Hello monday mein lazy freund.

The Maker is full of great mercy.

Of course! the path to heavendoesn't lie down in flat miles.It's in the imaginationwith which you perceive this world, and the gestureswith which you honor it.-from The Swan

Rapture is costly

I think Hammer's very cool: he has a great voice and great presence.

Nothing that we do, is done in vain. I believe, with all my soul, that we shall see triumph.

It is tormenting to fear what you cannot overcome.

Familiarity breeds attempt.

I love seeing when actors go from one genre to the next because I feel like most of them can pull it off.

It's a small town, it has only a few docks ... now they are in a trap.

The character wherewith we sink into the grave at death, is the very character wherewith we shall re-appear on the day of resurrection.