There are no completely good or bad people. Everybody makes mistakes, or bad choices. It's how we live with them that make us the people we are.

The highway of life was littered with the roadkill of those who didn't know when to change lanes.

We live, we love. These are the choices we are given, to open doors or to close them. It is all we have, and it is enough

Sometimes I guess you need to lose everything before you realize what's really important.

There is how we were before, and how we are now, and the time between is spent choosing which doors to open, and which to close.

You ain’t dead yet, so you ain’t done.

Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her -- the only memory I allowed myself to keep.