“As the last curtain falls on a spent year, a new year pirouettes to center stage with the elegance and charm of a prima ballerina and delivers the promise of peace, hope, love and joy.”

“Writing unlocks the heart, mind and soul that we may be receptive to God's blessings.”

“As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my destiny.”

“Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like an leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.”

“As the year comes to a close, it is a time for reflection a time to release old thoughts and beliefs and forgive old hurts. Whatever has happened in the past year, the New Year brings fresh beginn...”

“Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.”

“As we examine the stars, they often feel too far out of reach, yet we arent able to deny the sense of being touched by them in an intimate way beyond description. Do you feel as I do? That as you s...”

“Listen to this, Nimit. Follow Coleman Hawkins' improvised lines very carefully. He is using them to tell us something. Pay very close attention. He is telling us the story of the free spirit that i...”

“I cannot afford to lose you, too""You cannot lose something you do not own. Take me with you”

“If you want to be happy, work with all your heart.”

“I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.”

“I feel like Ive been split open and stuffed with sunshine.”

“But who can remember pain, once its over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.”

“I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In lif...”

“My mind, I know, I can prove, hovers on hummingbird wings. It hovers and it churns. And when it's operating at full thrust, the churning does not stop. The machines do not rest, the systems rarely ...”