You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.

I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.

Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.

The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.