Of jackets that had their sleeves threaded onto two poles cut from an ash tree
When everyone has a microphone, you can't hear anything. Choose one voice carefully and listen in.
A house is never small or empty, when filled with love.
Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world. And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and sp...
It is childish to eat primarily or only to please your tongue.
I'm a great believer that any tool that enhances communication has profound effects in terms of how people can learn from each other, and how they can achieve the kind of freedoms that they're interes...
Your dreams and your imagination are the keys to ART so capture all of yours in this notebook.....
I used to be a cool chick but I'm not anymore.
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires...
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
To say nothing is saying something. You must denounce things you are against or one might believe that you support things you really do not.