“She felt the adagio from Joaquin Rodrigos Concierto de Aranjuez strumming at her inner thighs like a guitar, and then slowly moving upwards until it wrapped around her heart in its denouement.”

“Most people live their lives laying prostrate before a false god, waiting for a cue to rise. There are no cues, only decisions. Shall I have dessert? Shall I have the best of the wine? Shall I love...”

“The earth is a mosaic, and most fail to notice the gossamer tesserae floating down from the realm of the mind that form its images of beauty and horror.”

“Perhaps she was happiest when she was out of control. She looked at the fates and said three little words, not one regret.”

“Creativity is at the root of excitement.”

“Jagged needle, wicked liesFrom under the skin, pluck evil eyes.Destiny change from pain and coldNow that you pay in blood and soul.”

“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.”

“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on...”

“Some call me nature, others call me Mother Nature. ... How you choose to live each day, whether you regard me or disregard me, doesn't really matter to me. One way or other, your actions will deter...”

“The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.”