We wish with our hands, that's what we do as artists.

No hot guys should be allowed to have an English accent and drive a motorcycle. Not to mention wear the leather jacket or sport the cool shades. Hot guys should be forced into footie pajamas.

The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.

I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.

I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.