Be careful what you show the world. You never know when the wolf is watching.

I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. It's bad news. The worst. It's sharp sticks and cherry bombs. When hope shows up, it's only a matter of time until someone gets hurt.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

I play until my fingers are blue and stiff from the cold, and then I keep on playing. Until I'm lost in the music. Until I am the music--notes and chords, the melody and harmony. It hurts, but it's okay because when I'm the music, I'm not me. Not sad. Not afraid. Not desperate. Not guilty.

Never take what's offered, always ask for more.

Bravery is feeling fear but doing the thing anyway.

Namaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.