When I was little I bragged about my firefighting father: my father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires.

May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy's dying wish?

One person's trauma is another's loss of innocence.