“He looked like the love thoughts of women.”

Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.

Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

Mystery is the essence of divinity

I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.

Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

No, I do not weep at the world. I’m too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.

My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.

So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.

A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.

Look like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.

They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Make me remember you like you remember me.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

Nothing beats that sibling love.

We never lose the people we love, even to death.

From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.

I believe that there is no doubts about who I am, an artist who loves music, above everything.

When we screw up or fall down, many of us talk to ourselves in ways that we would never talk to someone we love and respect.

To be loved, you have to be nice to people, everyday. But to be hated, you don’t have to do squat!