She was born to be free, let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.

Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from...

I regained my soul through literature after those times I’d lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the...

I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened...

But I could tell thee of other things, Inglés, and do not doubt what thou simply cannot see nor cannot hear. Thou canst not hear what a dog hears. Nor canst thou smell what a...

Born at Letterman Army Hospital. I never actually lived in San Francisco. It’s not my home town, but then, I don’t have one. I’m a nomad…a gypsy…an Army Brat. Put me on an airplane, send...

For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.

He felt like home.

Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before?

That’s the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we’re making margaritas

I have always considered myself a person with a gypsy heart, and I Surrender my dreams to my soul, for it’s a free sprit who believes in no boundaries of region and religion.

This is your karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later. The source of pain is within your own larger expression of being.

When I was younger, I would cling to life because life was at the top of the turning wheel. But like the song of my gypsy girl, the great wheel turns over and lands on...