Are we biology or God or something higher? I know my heart beats and I listen to it. The beat is biology, but what is the song?

The past doesn't matter. People cling to it because it allows them to ignore the present.

The one word love means too little for what it is. It doesn't communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.

Its not just a smile of momentary happiness. When it disappears from my face, it will stay with me.

My life has been like all the lives, long and hard and full of sadness and confusion and horror, a frightening, difficult dream punctuated by brief moments of joy. And as is the case with all people's lives, the moments of joy are never often enough and never long enough.

People call me all sorts of things. I don't even care what they call me.

L.A is a huge place, literally and metaphorically. Its beauty and horror. Its unconventional history. Its draw and allure. Its diversity and segregation.