The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

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.

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

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

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

When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.

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