“Love is safety to share all our colors.”

There are stars in my heart shining for you.

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

All I ever wanted with you was everything.

Step back and see who comes forward.

Light a candle in your heart that never goes out.

Our love lives forever In the land of lost poetry.

Sometimes a break up breaks us open to love even more.

Happiness is a little bit of art on a sad day.

Our hearts can’t help who they beat for.

We are like wind sweeping into trees to be touched.

Dreams are built, and hearts are broken, by things that are said, but not meant.

Movement has incredible healing power.

Be brave tiny heart, your time will come.

Maybe we are supposed to break, so that through our cracks our flowers can grow.

I love looking at myself through your eyes.

I like things with history, and a lot of soul.

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.

I use color in terms of emotional quality, as a vehicle for feeling…

I want to express the utmost intensity of the color, bring out the quality, make it expressive.

Oh, it may sound crass, but just check the color when you come home. ‘Hi honey. Infernal red? Oh boy, I ain’t getting laid, and I gotta cut the lawn, I know it.’