Once I was born. Once I will die. And once in that small window of time there will have been a life lived by a person named: me. And perhaps it could be asked once: Did she allow all of life? Did she leave it just a little better than she found it?

When Eve ate the fruit from The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil was she really being disobedient? Or was she doing God’s bidding by introducing God to the world? Perhaps she was the braver of the two?

"We rely upon the poets, the philosophers, and the playwrights to articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy and sorrow. They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope; they give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves."

"If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams."

How far would you go to find the other half of your heart? Would you follow a trail of roses full of unruly thorns?

The things that never change in life are the things that change. Understanding this is the single most humbling fact of life.

Form a working relationship with your anger. Embrace it. Kiss it in the rain. Caress its sweet contours, then take it home and bang the hell out of it.

I love you like dark matter holds the Universe together in one massive supernatural chemical attraction.

Come forward to the threshold of light in the falloff, you mesmerizing creature of shadow.

I caress the emptiness. I embrace the blackness. I gallivant through the absence of peace.

"Where is home?" I ask the self. "Home is everywhere and nowhere." She answers.

Acknowledge faults. Have humility. Be gracious. If you have abundance, share some of it–there is always enough to go around if we decide there is—and you will feel fulfilled by doing so.