He loves the sparkling fountains and their cascades and says the strangest things as he watches them. they look like stars breaking. Or, They look like Mama's diamonds. Or, They look like all the souls in heaven.

I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.

You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.

Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.

He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

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.

I know it is a bad thing to break a promise, but I think now that it is a worse thing to let a promise break you.