Trust me, you can't play the game if you don't know the rules. And if you don't know the rules, someone's bound to get hurt.

And I start to say, no. Start to ask him to please just take it off and put it away. Start to explain how it holds far too many memories for me. But then I remember what Damen said once about memories - that they're haunting things. And because I refuse to be haunted by mine - I just take a deep breath and smile when I say, "You know, I think it looks really good on you. You should defiantly keep it.

Home. That wonderful place I was lucky enough to revisit no matter how short a time finally realizing it's not relegated to just one single place its wherever you make it.

Nothing can rival the incredible rush the act of creation brings. Of crafting something you know is destined to be great for all time.

Our past may shape us, but it doesn't define who we become.

We spend our lives getting caught up in all the wrong things--led astray by our minds, our egos, seeing ourselves as separate from each other, rather than listening to the truth that lies within our own hearts, the truth that we are all connected, we are all in it together.

Well, it's nice to have a dream. But it's even nicer when there's a remote possibility of it coming true.