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.

Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

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

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.

Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's been so many who didn't understand so give me all the love I see in your timid eyes but give it gently Please.

Love is a sweet thing caught a momentand held in a golden eye.