If love is what I've experienced, I can't separate it from other people. I can't separate creation, and I can't separate whatever this creative thing is, from it's creation. I don't believe that can be done. We're all part of this creative force.

...and he just sat back and stared at the tube, almost interested in what was happening, trying to find the ability to believe in that lie so he could believe the one within.

One of the things I have become aware of through the years is how much I love the people I write about.

Eventually we all have to accept full and total responsibility for our actions, everything we have done, and have not done.

We all need a meaning to our life.

No matter how beautiful the outside may be, the inside still has feelings and needs that just words don't fulfill.

I suspect there will never be a requiem for a dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn it's passing.