If you ask me, music is the language of memory
Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home
When I was little, the great mystery to me was not how babies were made, but why?
Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?
I start by mulling a question and before I know it, a whole drama is unfolding in my head. Often, an idea sticks before I know what I'm going to do with it.
Iknew that all the attributes he was teased for, at age five, were going to work in his favor by thetime he was thirty-five...but I couldn't get him there overnight. You can't fast-forward your child'slife, no matter how much you want to.