“Your smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.”

you are wine I could do without but don’t know how to.

Her smile is sunshine on a loud winter afternoon.

We can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.

She spent time planting flowers in her heart now they bloom as they smile.

You have always been this beautiful long before they came and noticed.

Most of the things he did were naive but he read books and he sure loved her right.

I strongly feel cure of any heartbreak is good coffee and bookstore reading.

You got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.

She is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.

Your arms are my safe place like a tree for a bird in the rain.

I love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.

I don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.

Happiness is to just read some good books and someone to share them with.

Love them while you can with a smile and slurping wine.

It is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.

Our love like a sunset was short-lived but complete.

I don’t know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.

I did a lot of sitting back and thinking about what I wanted for myself and what I wanted for my country: more unity, more support for the arts and more opportunities for young writers from marginalized groups.

My mother was the most creative, fantastic person and would come up with great things for us to do. She’d buy art supplies and all of us would sit around painting. I was lucky.

Photography is more than a medium for factual communication of ideas. It is a creative art.

You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.

A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

Not everybody trusts paintings but people believe photographs.

Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.