I say, 'Don't lose your heart, Rube.' And very clearly, without moving, my brother answers me. He says, 'I'm not tryin' to lose it, Cam. I'm tryin' to find it.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

Can a wolfe be beautiful?

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

When I was growing up, I wanted to be a house painter like my father, but I was always screwing up when I went to work with him. I had a talent for knocking over paint and painting myself into corners. I also realized fairly quickly that painting bored me.

Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?