It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

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.

Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer.

The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.

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

I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.