I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want: I don't want to just repeat myself.

I don't know where emotion emanates from exactly. I'm full of it, that's all I know.

I guess I'm just a heart-on-sleeve type of human being.

October's gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.

I'm absolutely flooded with a raucous energy to get out into the world and tell my story again. I feel like this is spring. After a period of shriveling, out come the leaves.

In the creative act, you kind of reach down and look for things that will, when put together, create an emotional effect.

Love after divorce is all about showing and sharing with my son what is good and right in life!