Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

The most called-upon prerequisite of a friend is an accessible ear.

I’m grateful for being here, for being able to think, for being able to see, for being able to taste, for appreciating love – for knowing that it exists in a world so rife with vulgarity, with brutality and violence, and yet love exists. I’m grateful to know that it exists.

Remember, people will judge you by your actions not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold but so does a hard-boiled egg.

Oh, the holiness of being the injured party.

Love is that condition in the human spirit so profound that it empowers us to develop courage; to trust that courage and build bridges with it; to trust those bridges and cross over them so we can attempt to reach each other.

Let me tell so much truth. I want to tell the truth in my work. The truth will lead me to all.