The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.

Hope, however, isn't all that's needed to achieve change. Hope is a hand extended, but two hands are required to be pulled out of this deep hole. The second hand was faith.

Reality isn't what it used to be.

There are no explanations for human evil. Only excuses.

The biggest advice is being true to what you want to do. Don't worry if other people understand it or don't understand it. If what you're doing has merit, it will find its way.

Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.

Sorrow is not a raven perched persistently above a chamber door. Sorrow is a thing with teeth, and while in time it retreats, it comes back at the whisper of it's name.