“The moment that you give gratitude is the moment that you find happiness. The moment that you lose gratitude your happiness will vanish and slip through your fingers”

Rest and peace should not be left until you’re deceased. They are two vital life incredients everybody needs and seeks.

Love is the only path to anything worth doing, creating or pursuing.

A touch less ego and dash more humility will improve the quality of anything you turn your hand to.

Happiness is not some ‘thing’ to be pursued it is a way of being born from appreciating

Don’t be so obsessed with stardom that you miss out on success.

Finding oneself and one’s path is like waking up on a foggy day. Be patient, and presently the fog will clear and that which has always been there can be seen. The path is already there to follow

The best way to get something good out of what you’re doing is to put something good into it.

There is no question- love is the answer.

Peace of mind arrives the moment you come to peace with the contents of your mind.

How you look at it is pretty much how you’ll see it.

Know your magic, trust your magic, use your magic and know that you are a manifestation of life’s magic.

Too much time is wasted fighting one self and life itself. Peace and fulfilment emerge the moment you embrace both.

Customer conversion is dependent on the right customer conversation.

Legacy is not what’s left tomorrow when you’re gone. It’s what you give, create, impact and contribute today while you’re here that then happens to live on.

Sooner or later you’ll hear what your heart has always been telling you: stop trying to be who you think you should be – become who you are.

Success is meaningless without fulfilment – both begin within.

My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.

Tracing my fingertips over these open wounds that you carelessly open up, just to be amused; You pick at my sorrow while all I do is care for you.

Every honest miller has a golden thumb.

I’d rather be more of the hippie country chick – as in, instead of pointing a finger, just maybe saying, ‘We’re all screw-ups. We’re all in this kind of together. We’re all just figuring this out.’

I burned my own damn finger pokin’ someone else’s fire.

There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.

As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.

Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.