Love me less, but love me for a long time

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.

Our moments are music, and sometimes – just sometimes – we can catch them and put them into some lasting form. If we didn’t have music, I don’t think we could ever be truly happy, and if we didn’t have special moments, we would never find music.

You are happy even if you are afraid to admit it.

Family, like arsenic, works best in small doses...unless you prefer to die.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.