“...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...”

“... here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B...”

“you cannot teach artyou cannot make a soul”

“after life has broken you open, perhaps you may create art”

“I see you kneeling in churchstained only by colored windows”

“The only difference between you and a dream is I havent woken up with you”

“Communication is the breath or death of any relationship”

“Breath with awareness is prana. Breath without awareness is just air.”

“The more you listen to your breath, the more you can hear the voice of your soul.”

“White clouds, blue sky.”

“Cloud is cloud.”

“Hope is like a word made with cloud, without faith, it quickly blows away.”

“I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.”

“There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon.”

“It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.”