We are all either wheels or connectors. Whichever we are we must find truth and balance, which is a bicycle. Trust and balance are also essential to true love.

Ever been kidnapped by a poet if i were a poet i'd kidnap you put you in my phrases and meter.

I hope that, reading 'Rosa,' people will remember their own family and friends and talk about what they did and did not do.

We love because it's the only true adventure.

I move on feeling and have learned to distrust those who don't.

I grow old though pleased with my memories The tasks I can no longer complete Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past I offer no apology only this plea: When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt That I might keep some child warm And some old person with no one else to talk to Will hear my whispers And cuddle near

We eat up artists like there's going to be a famine at the end.