I knew naturally as a child not to forfeit my creativity to a world that's all laid out for me. I'll look at everything around me and vow to keep in mind that alla this is just someone's idea. It could have just as well been mine.

They can call me crazy if I fail, all the chance that I need, is one-in-a-million and they can call me brilliant if I succeed.

I just hope it was okay, I know it wasn't perfect, I hope in the end we can laugh and say it was all worth it.

I don't take good pictures 'cause I have the kind of beauty that moves.

And I was shocked, To see the mistakes of each generation, Will just fade like a radio station, If you drive out of range...

I have earned my disillusionment.

and half of learning to play is learning what not to play and she's learning the spaces she leaves have their own things to say and she's trying to sing just enough so that the air around her moves and make music like mercy that gives what it is and has nothing to prove she crawls out on a limb and begins to build her home and it's enough just to look around and to know that she's not alone up up up up up up up points the spire of the steeple but god's work isn't done by god it's done by people