Before love, the moon; during love, the sun; after love, alcohol.

Ive got a mountain of the things I don't want stockpiled in my backyard; as for the things I do want, I hold my hands out and notice that the're empty.

Just before love we see the moon. When love arrives, out comes the sun. When love departs, here comes the bar.

Poetry. The art of putting in a nutshell the reaction to a bombshell.

With her or him, talk your truth quitely; peacefully. Anger is a curved blade. You push it out, and you only ever hurt yourself.

This is the time to begin, not to begin to compare each person I meet with you.