Dreams are road signs along the nighttime highway of sleep. – Terri Guillemets
I feel my body, my mind, weighted down — all is heavy — but my blood, my inner fire, my passion, the little unburdened kid in me, patiently waits to burst free. Some of us die never having burst. – Terri Guillemets
The stars swirl downward from the blissful heavens, energy of the universe heals around me, exploding into life, drifting into calmness, and nothing else matters. – Terri Guillemets
Channels are blocked in the mind, from the day. Lie down in blackness of night, forgotten remnants rush to the mind, or creeping slowly appear in the dreams. – Terri Guillemets
What it comes down to is this: the grocer, the butcher, the baker, the merchant, the landlord, the druggist, the liquor dealer, the policeman, the doctor, the city father and the politician — these are the people who make money out of prostitution, these are the real reapers of the wages of sin. – Polly Adler