I was torturing the fire, giving it life, and snuffing it out. pg. 33
He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.
I looked long and hard for the paper roses! I found the reddest red ribbon, and a little golden card! We were all there together, many of us, in the same place; but I was the only one who found the pa...
Every single person is a fool, insane, a failure, or a bad person to at least ten people.
My mother told me Homer Ditto was not my father. Nope. Mom had had a fling with some other guy who was my dad. Some dude who didn't stick around too long who Mom was happy to get rid of. She chose Hom...
Movement is knowledge. Art is perception
She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn't need no body but an open r...
Pick the day. Enjoy it - to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come... The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the fu...
Manners and politeness will never become old-fashioned.
Once you embrace your value, talents and strengths, it neutralizes when others think less of you.
We love being mentally strong, but we hate situations that allow us to put our mental strength to good use.