It’s too bad we’re not all teddy bears. More stuffing would only make us cuter and cuddlier.

Tomorrow is an illusion suggesting that another chance always exists. It is a dangerously false illusion.

You can’t argue with insanity. You can stare at it, gaping and incredulous, but arguing with it is futile.

Courage to me is doing something daring, no matter how afraid, insecure, intimidated, alone, unworthy, incapable, ridiculed or whatever other paralyzing emotion you might feel. Courage is taking action…..no matter what. So you’re afraid? Be...

A whiff of fresh mintthat tastes like strawberry pie.Your kisses tempt me.

If you invest nothing, the reward is worth little.

A closed book will lie there like a dead horse. But an open book will kick, buck, and bolt through perceived adventures like a wild and free stallion. So hold on.

There is a point when the anguished soul finally despairs. A moment in life when the heart, the will, even the spirit crumbles. Some say that after much grief and drowning in tears, it is...

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

Words never fade away but echo on for eternity. Let your echo ring sweet.

My brain tends to take the scenic route. Things come to the forefront of my mind sooner or later, it just takes time.

You stand a better chance of bringing pretend to life through the power of belief than you stand any chance of erasing what’s real by refusing to believe.

Employing your imagination is the first step to the fulfillment of any dream.

Maybe not here and now, but somewhere, someday.

They say if you’re a better person today than you were yesterday you’re well on the road to perfection. So I figure if I’m a real snot today, tomorrow I should make huge progress.

Be nice. And if you can’t do that, just don’t be mean.

What is this thing of intangible substance that wreaks consequential havoc on our lives? What is this sensitive thread that runs through heart and mind, and when given the slightest tremor grasps hold of all...

Have you ever stopped to ponder the amount of blood spilt, the volume of tears shed, the degree of pain and anguish endured, the number of noble men and women lost in battle so that...

You pierce me with a look, a word, a gesture. And yet those same weapons could shield me from hurt if you so choose.

Punishing a person for the wrongs of another makes about as much sense as throwing up to enjoy the meal a second time.

Fathers…Rise at dawn.Stand up strong.Fix and build.Plow the field.Carry the weight.Work ’til late.Encourage our dreams.Provide the means.Fight with might.Defend what’s right.Protect the home.Refuse to roam.Forge the way.Take time to play.Spoil our moms.Keep homelife calm.And all...

They think I’m a god,” he snapped.That was a pretty good argument.

I wonder at times if we’re not all blind. It just seems there are an abundance of books unread, paint strokes not admired, and performances unattended. So much attention painstakingly sought and not given.

Of course Derian will believe you. When does anything ever happen to you that isn’t unreal?”Knowing he was right, she shoved him off the log anyway.

Dare to imagine. Dare to be. Books are the seeds. Dreams are the soil. The fruit of the harvest, a world reborn.

Of Woman and Chocolate “Chocolate shares both the bitter and the sweet.Chocolate melts away all cares, coating the heart while smothering every last ache. Chocolate brings a smile to the lips on contact, leaving a dark...

The pleasures of being a novelist are many. But the greatest by far is the manner in which I live through my characters; experiencing every detail of their story as it unfolds gradually and personally...

Death. What a brief word for the extinguishing of life. To be no more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again……….anything.

He was everything I needed because his entire character had been molded by my deepest wants and desires. He was my rock when I cried, my playmate when I laughed, and my hero when I...

If I must start somewhere, right here and now is the best place imaginable.

Freedom is the atmosphere in which humanity thrives. Breathe it in.

Have you ever felt as if your dreams were more memorable, more alive, than what you knew to be reality? Have your dreams ever seemed so tangible as to make you question upon waking if...

A mother is a child’s first looking glass into the world.

Chameleonesque, hobbitish, unicorned, stompled, selfishism, and unwakeable may not be real words, but you do know what they mean.

The further you descend into a pit, the darker things appear. You can’t keep digging to find the light.

Some parts of life are lived in the shadows where the only sunlight you feel is the light you pray for.

They urge us to study our history that we might learn from past tragedies and errors. But sometimes I think it’s actually a good thing that humanity so easily forgets. The haze that eventually claims...

The real achievers are those who, in the dreary pit of sacrifice, still smile up at the goal.

Why must you know the details of my troubles to have compassion? Is it not enough to show compassion simply because you know that everyone has troubles?

What is the right tool, the best option, the choicest gift,the winning hand, the greatest relief, the finest revenge, the sweetest drink, the perfect response, the working solution, the strongest medicine? The correct answer is...

Write at a pace that doesn’t surpass your creative flow. Don’t be hasty; don’t be sloppy. Don’t forfeit impressive writing for an impressive word count. Because eventually it will all have to be edited, and...

Your life is not a simulation; it’s the real game. Play wisely.

It seems there is more interest in sunsets than sunrises. Perhaps because innately we fear the dark.

If you plan to build walls around me, know this—I will walk through them.

Moms are life’s number one cheerleaders without uniforms.

Who told you it was too late? And more importantly, why did you choose to believe them?

The cup is both half full and half empty; it has never been one or the other. Stop obsessing over the trivial cup and drink the medicine you’ve been given.

You baffle me, addle me, drive me insane. You muddle, befuddle, and rattle my brain. My senses are mad, Skewed judgment to blame.You drive me half stark-raving bonkers!(But the truly crazy thing is how I...

There is strength in numbers, yes, but even more so in collective good will. For those endeavors are supported by mighty forces unseen.

If you avoid all of life’s abrasions you will never be polished enough to shine.