When people are frightened about going hungry and paying their mortgages, a scarcity model begins to prevail; they fear someone else will get their piece of the pie.
I'm conscious of a series of circles working its way through my life. And at this particular moment I have come round to the beginning of my writing cycle. It begins with poetry. There's hardly a day that goes past on which I don't write poetry.
Anger begins with folly, and ends with repentance.
When the people we love stop paying attention, trust begins to slip away and hurt starts seeping in.
The possession of anything begins in the mind.