I had to trust life, since I was young enough to believe that life loved the person who dared to live it.
They think I lost. I think I won.
Give birth again to the dream.
Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with the shades of deeper meaning.
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
I am convinced that most people do not grow up.
I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and dragons of home under one’s skin, at the extreme corners of ones eyes and possibly in the gristle of the ear lobe.
My mother, Vivian Baxter, warned me often not to believe that people really want the truth when they ask, “How are you?”