Art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there.

They taught me different was wrong.

Love was always the goal, and my point every step of the way was that nothing is wrong with love, no matter what flavor it comes in.

When I look down, I miss all the good stuff And when I look up, I just trip over things.

Stepped out into the cold, collar high, under the slate gray sky. The air was smoking and the streets were dry, and I wasn't joking when I said goodbye.

One of my rules is: Never TRY to do anything. Just do it.

I'd rather suffer the consequences of truth than of silence.