I'll never live to write all the stories I have in my head.

Wherever your heart rests There I will live and be blessed I've tried to line up the things I Needed to say but now my feelings just Tumble from me. I am half foolish, Half drunk with wanting you With wanting to take your hand And leap into the darkness of whatever Life will bring. Love makes me Brave and without love I'm made Nothing.

If anyone could look into my head See or feel the dread that has captured Me or see within this sad, unhappy brain They would only turn away Turn away.

The best time to cry is at night, when the lights are out and someone is being beaten up and screaming for help.

Writers do not write what they know. They write what they can imagine.

I would enjoy having dinner with the poet/playwright Derek Walcott.

But now, like a fallen sparrow On a golden chain, I'm forever bound in shadow, A prisoner to my pain.