“...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...”

“...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...”

“...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...”

“...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...”

“...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...”

“...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...”

“...and the country is like a great unfolded mantle with a green velvet cape bordered with a fringe of silver.”

“Night simply drapes itself over the dayAs if someone had lowered a curtain.The sky glitters and moves,Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.”

“In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet, because language itself is poetry. Owen Barfield”

“Our approach to reality, our sense of reality, cannot assume that the text of nature, the book of life, is a cryptogram concealing just a single meaning. Rather, it is an expanding riddle of a mult...”

“By viewing images we cast onto outer reality as mirror reflections of inner reality, we come to know ourselves.”

“I would willingly pass my life writing and re-writing the same book - that one book every writer carries within him - the image of his own soul.”