...and the day will come...Maybe not tomorrow maybe not next week but it will come nevertheless, when you awaken and realise, it just a foolishly beautiful dream...

There is a waterfall in every dream. Cool and crystal clear, it falls gently on the sleeper, cleansing the mind and soothing the soul.

Monogamy is faith in the faithless

All women are lifelong members of the Secret Service...So, if you must lie, better make sure you cover your tracks because there is no such thing as a 'dumb blonde'...

The night it fallsThe stars shine throughThe inky blackThat is the cueFor plot demandsThat dreams be sownThe fantasies I have aloneThe words come fastThey flow like wineI am the midnight writer...

Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun...Life is strange and wondrous...

You are the oxygen that inflames the lust in my soul...

Passion drove her deeper, into the abyss beneath his skin where she mapped his soul to the dance of his heartbeat...

A timeless energy encircles the world, drawing humanity into its grasp, eternally swirling, pulling souls together, tearing them apart in the eternal struggle of love, life and loss...

The silence of a wounded soul roars louder than any tempest...

Within the eye, mysteries of the soul burn deeply beneath the fiery chasms of love and patiently wait for an awakening ...

The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel.

Two spectrums generate our thoughts … one comes from fear and the other from love. Every emotion in between starts at one of those two places.

If I wasn't so phenomenal. I would go back to you.

Soup is a lot like a family. Each ingredient enhances the others each batch has its own characteristics and it needs time to simmer to reach full flavor.

The most attractive thing that I've seen in the creative realm is the enthusiasm in people that does not seem to burn out. That's what I'm after.

The biggest trading partner of the United States is not West Germany or Japan, it's right here.

As early as the autumn of 1862, I was made very happy by being sent to school.

Language is the expression of ideas, and if the people of one country cannot preserve an identity of ideas they cannot retain an identity of language.

They always say to Californians that we don't have seasons. Of course, that is not true. We have fire, flood, mud and drought.

We're not a democracy. It's a terrible misunderstandin g and a slander to the idea of democracy to call us that. In reality, we're a plutocracy: a government by the wealthy.