There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.

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

Wonder in everything No matter how great or small... Same thing that's scrawled across the stars Is written under our skin... There's a time to search for understanding Sometimes you just got to sing New horizons, new horizon within

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

I find everything a struggle.

You can't just be reactive to the things going on in your life. You have to imagine, and you have to plunder other people's work, books, poems, ideas, observations.

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.