Concert' doesn’t mean standing up like a target in front of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.

I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me.

Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

If I stay. If I live. It’s up to me. All this business about medically induced comas is just doctor talk. It’s not up to the doctors. It’s not up to the absentee angels. It’s not even up to God who, if He exists, is nowhere around right now. It’s up to me.

A day might just be twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.