Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done
What men yearn for they often destroy.
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.
Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often.
I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real. . . . Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.
There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.
Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.
I fight to take a good photograph every single time.
I use printers to make prints of the images that I am creating. And I try to have that surface kind of replicated in the painting.
Whether or not our prayer is heard depends not on the number of our words, but on the fervor of our souls.
As if a cookbook had anything to do with writing.