Once I thought ideas were exceptions not the rule. That is not so. Ideas are so plentiful that they ride on air. You have only to reach out and snatch one.

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

People often say 'I live for my art.' Bullshit! If you are given a talent it's to be used. It's not in the private domain.

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.