The essence of a novelist is to invent things and speak the truth, at the same time.
She laughed, and the desert sang.
if you learn to hate one or two persons. . . you'll soon hate millions of people.
Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.
Peace and harmony do not require perfection. Thank goodness for that—because life so often seems to be an itch here, a glitch there, a mess waiting to happen. Harmony is flexible. It bends with imperfection. So should you.
How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?
A mockingbird has moved into our neighborhood. It perches atop a telephone pole behind our backyard. Every morning it is the first thing I hear. It is impossible to be unhappy when listening to a mockingbird. So stuffed with songs it is, it can't seem to make up it's mind which to sing first, so it sings them all, a dozen different songs at once, in a dozen different voices. On and on it sings without a pause, so peppy, even frantic, as if its voice alone is keeping the world awake.
There were people I know that got upset that I kiss people. I kiss them for luck and love, that's all. That's what my mother did to me.
Innovation is the never-ending search for better solutions
I came to painting through sculpture, to images through objects. I think that images sit in the middle, somewhere between objects and words.
Where you point the camera is the question and the picture you get is the answer to decipher.