How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.

While I like people, I do also like being alone in a room and seeing what you can do with a particular theme or subject.

When new hopes fail, old hopes return in the endless cycle of desperation.

Human cruelty and treachery surpassed all understanding. There were no answers. Only excuses.

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

Creating a family in this turbulent world is an act of faith, a wager that against all odds there will be a future, that love can last, that the heart can triumph against all adversities and even against the grinding wheel of time.

Home is the first refuge from - and last defense against - the disappointments and the terrors of life.