The hardest thing we are asked to do in this world is to remain aware of suffering, suffering about which we can do nothing.

There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much.

It takes a long time for words to become thought.

My musical genius reached its apex thirty years ago when I played the triangle in Haydn's children's symphony, so I could not play unless you needed someone to make one sustained note!

The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on pain is to miss the chance for growth.

We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

And one cold starry night / Whatever your belief / The phoenix will take flight / Over the seas of grief / To sing her thrilling song / To stars and waves and sky / For neither old nor young / The phoenix does not die.