Ah, but art and trouble go hand in hand. If you cannot be troubled to create art from your heart, then your art will never trouble the heart of others.

Why did New York feel more like home to me than home did? I'd heard of love at first sight, but I didn't know it could happen with a whole city.

The river is now. This moment. This breath between us. The space between your heartbeats. The moment before you blink. The instant a thought flashes through your mind. It is everything that is around us. Life. Energy. Flowing, endlessly flowing, carrying you from then...to now...to tomorrow. Listen: you can hear the music of it. Of the passage of time.

Gotta keep moving; can't stop; stagnation kills.

You gotta keep things moving. If leaving behind the past means you can have a better future, then, sure, why not?

Happiness can be close by, even if your heart is far away.

I try to make choices for my own life. And I try to make those choices count.