In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew

Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its song-is breaking into pieces and flying off in a hundred directions.

Peace and harmony do not require perfection. Thank goodness for that—because life so often seems to be an itch here, a glitch there, a mess waiting to happen. Harmony is flexible. It bends with imperfection. So should you.

Nobody has the time, the time cannot be owned. The time is free to everyone

Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.

When bad things turn good, the reason can usually be found in the human heart—sometimes in the hearts of great masses of people, sometimes in the heart of a solitary soul.

If we are destined to be together again, be happy to know you’ll be getting the real me, not some blubbering half me.