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

Some people spend so much time hunting treasure that they fail to see it all around them. It's like sifting through gold to find the silt.

I believe that love is the choice we make to raise ourselves and others to the highest planes of existence.

. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

We spend our life building higher fences and stronger locks, when the gravest dangers are already inside

I've yet to read a love story that compares with mine.

What a culture we live in, we are swimming in an ocean of information, and drowning in ignorance.