I remember an era when you could get your nose sliced off for sticking it too far into another man's business. Now you can find out anything about anyone with the click of a button. There is no privacy and no consideration, and everyone is prying into things that aren't their affair. You can probably check on the intertube and find out what color underwear I have on today.

All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.

Love requires Context.

The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better.

I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.

Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.

She just knew that even when you had nothing, you still had love.