I grew up in the American South and came of age in the 1960s, an incredibly turbulent time. It was as if the seams of American life were being ripped apart with riots and protests.

What matters is giving over to what you love.

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.

There is no place so AWAKE and ALIVE as the edge of becoming.

You put his brain in a bird, the bird would fly backwards" -Secret Life of the Bees

I know you've run away - everybody gets the urge to do that some time - but sooner or later you'll want to go home.

Nothing is fair in this world. You might as well get that straight right now