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

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.

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

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.

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.