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.

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.

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

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

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

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

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath