A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.

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

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

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.

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.

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

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.