My heart is a ladle of sweet water brimming over.

It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.

Mountains are where heaven meets earth.

I moved my arms through the water, feeling them float on the surface, watching the waves and wake that followed my gesture. Here was magic, I thought. Here was something holy.

If you want to understand any woman, you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully.

I love many kinds of music: world music, jazz, classical, pop.

He was golden and beautiful as a sunset.