I will do whatever I have to do to reach people with the things I believe are important. Life is too short not to do everything you can.

Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.

I realised something important: whatever is on the outside can be taken away at any time. Only what is inside you is safe.

Odd to think that the piece of you I know best is already dead. The cells on the surface of your skin are thin and flat without the blood vessels or nerve endings. Dead cells, thickest on the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.

Earth is ancient now, but all knowledge is stored up in her. She keeps a record of everything that has happened since time began. Of time before time, she says little, and in a language that no one has yet understood. Through time, her secret codes have gradually been broken. Her mud and lava is a message from the past. Of time to come, she says much, but who listens?

Happy ending are only a pause. There are three kinds of big endings: Revenge. Tragedy. Forgiveness. Revenge and Tragedy often happen together. Forgiveness redeems the past. Forgiveness unblocks the future.