Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.