I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.

She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them. I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.

Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.

I guess if editing doesn't hurt, you're probably not doing it properly. I find it quite difficult. The hardest part is believing that it's actually working and getting rid of the doubt that always creeps in.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.