Writer's block is a luxury most people with deadlines don't have.
Love is the white light of emotion.
Smell is the mute sense, the one without words.
Happiness doesn't require laughter, only well-being and a sense that the world is breaking someone else's heart, not mine.
I hate the fearful trimming of possibilities that age brings.
In the absence of touching and being touched, people of all ages can sicken and grow touched starved. Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.