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 color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination. – Terri Guillemets
Art is when you hear a knocking from your soul — and you answer. – Terri Guillemets
Eliminate physical clutter. More importantly, eliminate spiritual clutter. – Terri Guillemets
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. – Jack Kerouac