I play piano, but not well enough to play professionally.

The giant neon spinning discs are a reminder of the huge role that Sam Sniderman and his store played in the cultural life of Toronto and I believe they should be preserved and remounted in the interests of our city's heritage.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?

If there's a reason for the way that life is I'd like to find it. After all, who's life is it?

I can remember sitting in a cabin outside of Denver writing that with a can of soup on the stove.

When love is true there is no truer occupation.

See the judge upon the bench who tries the case as best he can, see the wise and wicked ones who feed upon life's sacred fire, see the soldier with his gun who must be dead to be admired.