Only the writers can change or fix the past by going back to edit old works

A half-dead thing in a stark dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold.

We are not lonely, because we chose to be alone.We are not lost, because we chose to disappear.

The best things in life are simple, abundant, and free.

I am floating, I thought, completely without anchor, at the mercy of the wind.

The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Often, love is a tangled web of lies that only a broken heart would weave. Seldom is dishonesty the whole person, rather it's the pain.

Miracles have a higher percentage of being permanent than magical solutions.

A big lemoncolored cat watched him from the top of a woodstove. He turned his head to see it better and it elongated itself like hot taffy down the side of the stove and vanished headfirst in the eart...

. . . the mysteries, on belief in which theology would hang the destinies of mankind, are cunningly devised fables whose origin and growth are traceable to the age of Ignorance, the mother of credulit...

May you begin living beyond.

wisdom is great, but sometimes, those who think they are wiser than others can become the otherwise

Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.

If only there was a way to escape this reality, if only there was a way to erase all this formality, if only there was a way to figure out your mentality, if only there was a way to rid all the theatr...

Environmental cleanliness begins with individual desire to be clean.

The deer hovered by the trees beyond as the sounds of the ravening wolves came to them across the grass, their own senses almost frozen in impotent horror.

When it comes to moral dilemmas and matters of discerning right justice, my natural sympathy so often happens to land on the opposite end of that of most of my peers. I sometimes wonder if this is not...

And while she was fire,So fierce and so wild,I could only hope to be for her;The forests and the winds to carry her flame.

When someone is suffering from anxieties, depression, and stress, the only treatment is to change awareness and consciousness.

One day blacks and whites will come together like the keys of a piano, and be as beautiful as the it makes