I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.

And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now.

That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...

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.

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.