He tapped my chest. 'Happy is here.' He tapped his own chest. 'Here.' I looked down past my chin. 'Inside?' 'Inside.' It was getting crowded in there. First angel. Now happy. It seemed there was more to me than cabbage and turnips.

How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?

It (enchantment) started when the earth was born. It never stops. It is, always. It's just here.

Beware of solipsism Funny word. Sounds like it means "love of melons" or something. I looked it up. It means believing that "the self is the only reality." Am I solipsist?

I have a curious background for someone who turns out to be a writer.

Cross the creek on the stepping stones of your failures.

A strong relationship is an honest relationship, and no honest relationship is all peaches and cream. Love is the key. Where love abides, anger is but a passing visitor.