“Love is safety to share all our colors.”

Dreams can grow from nightmares.

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

Simple moments, full of laughter, and loved ones, make life rich.

See me for all I am and all I am not and stay.

Let your life be the creation of art.

There should be laughter, and kisses and comfort.

Love is a choice our heart makes without our permission.

It is hard when a dream comes true but doesn’t last.

Stay close to the people that feel like home.

Try to believe that still within you are flowers left to bloom.

And whenever my mind wanders, it is always to you.

Your eyes was the color of forever.

Action illustrates desire.

Love holds on when everything else lets go.

There are stars in my heart shining for you.

You keep me at a distance when all I want to have you is close.

I hated myself totally white. So now I cheat. It’s my white hair, and I put color there.

So that we don’t go mad in the leisure, we have color TV. So that there will never, never, be a moment of silence, we have radio and Muzak.

What have we got here in America that we believe we cannot live without?

My friends are a crayola box. They highlight different colors of my being, representing different aspects of my personalty, I’ve noticed.

But with writers, there’s nothing wrong with melancholy. It’s an important color in writing.

I don’t judge people by their sexual orientation or the color of their skin, so I find it really hard to identify someone by saying that they’re a gay person or a black person or a Jewish person.

Watching the changing colors [and then] retire to the forest without picking a pawpaw for supper.

just to show people the range that I have, and for them to be able to see the artistry beyond the color.