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.

This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before.

Tell the truth and not the facts.

Few, if any, survive their teens. Most surrender to the vague but murderous pressure of adult conformity.

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.

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

The future is plump with promise.