May your hand be full for always if only with another hand. May your heart be empty only long enough to give you cause to fill it up again with love. May your soul be lost by you only to be found by God.

I have never known a cat that couldn't quiet me down just by walking slowly past my chair.

I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home.

Unless you call attention to your presence who will know you're there? Even a country has to weave and wave a flag as proof of its existence.

Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.

Extending your hand is extending yourself.

There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.