We need to not be in denial about what we've done, what we've come through. It will help us if we all do that.

I don't trust any revolution where love is not allowed.

The music was my friend, my lover, my family.

Whining is just unbecoming.

God puts rainbows in the clouds so that each of us - in the dreariest and most dreaded moments - can see a possibility of hope.

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

I don't think there's such a thing as autobiographical fiction. If I say it happened, it happened, even if only in my mind.