I've wondered why the famous congregate with each other. Perhaps it's to assure each other that they really are as important as they think they are.

Don't try to write what other people are writing - write what is true to you.

Love never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time, while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.

I am a believer in angels, though not the picture-book kind with wings and harps. Such angelic accoutrements seem as nonsensical to me as devils sporting horns and carrying pitchforks. To me, angel wings are merely symbolic of their role as divine messengers.

I believe that we were meant to live as social creatures, to reach out and bless each other's lives.

That which we expect of life is indeed all that it ever can be.

The depth of love is revealed in its departure.