Life

You will be hard pressed to read another book that understands you as well as 'Leaves of Grass' does. It was made for you in the way that the constellations were made for you. It understands and makes space for your doubts, your love, the guilt and passions of your life and waits for you.

You look down when you talk to a headstone! When you talk to a live person, you look up!I'm still alive! So treat me like it!Look at me!

When she awakes, she knows where she is. This place, this ancient place sears one’s soul with recognition. 'Heaven' seems an inadequate word for it, but that is what it is known as.

There’s as many atoms in a single molecule of your DNA as there are stars in the typical galaxy. We are, each of us, a little universe.

It is not any common earth,Water or wood or air,But Merlin’s Isle of GramaryeThat you and I will fare.

If someone knew equally as much about the ins and outs of your home, it would not be your home.

They placed their bets with such self righteous bravado, but I’m the one who lost.

If you face the light, shadow will always be behind you.

Poverty does not belong in civilized human society. Its proper place is in a museum. That's where it will be.

All it takes is a single moment.

You see football isn’t just about 90 minutes, it‘s about passion and, yes, if you like, about life. We men will do things under the umbrella of football fandom that we would never dream of doing in any other sphere of life, and within the pages that follow I will try and explain why.

I was embarrassed that I even wanted to become an actress because coming from L.A., with two older sisters in the business and a mom who had been a ballet dancer, it was such a cliche.

It is the uncertainty of life that fills life with magnificence and beauty.

Self worth is not measured by what you have, no matter how full your life is. Rather, it comes from what you are, how authentically you're really living your life, and how much you are willing to give to something other than your own insecurities.

It's raining... Because I am angry...*You know my story!

Thoughtful minds grow, from the sharpened awareness of those who have lived life; through love, curiosity and tragedy.

We should keep the dead before our eyes, and honor them as though still living.

He often came back ‘all thinky’ from work.

That one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself.

The sentences I write have their roots in song and poetry, and take their bearings from music and painting, as much as from the need to impart mere information, or mirror anything. I am not a realist writer, even if I seem like one.