Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.

No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.

The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.

I'm in no position to hand down any advice," he said, "but there's a rule I follow when I don't know what to do." "A rule?" "If you have to choose between something that has form and something that doesn't, go for the one without form. That's my rule. Whenever I run into a wall I follow that rule, and it always works out. Even if it's hard going at the time.

I can never say what I want to say, it's been like this for a while now. I try to say something but all I get are wrong words - the wrong words or the exact opposite words from what I mean. I try to correct myself, and that only makes it worse. I lose track of what I was trying to say to begin with. It's like I'm split in two and playing tag with myself. One half is chasing this big, fat post. The other me has the right words, but this can't catch her.

Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.

In his own way, he's lived life with all the intensity he could muster.