I’ve got a magic charm That I keep up my sleeve, I can walk the ocean floor And never have to breathe.

I will write on the pages of history what I want them to say. I will be myself. I will speak my own name.

Forgive yourself - no one else will.

I live in an atmosphere of music.

If we are honest and fair, then we are known by that. If we are not, alas, we are known by that as well. What we want to do is do right, but you have to say it, you have to show it, and not stop.

To be left alone on the tightrope of youthful unknowing is to experience the excruciating beauty of full freedom and the threat of eternal indecision. Few, if any, survive their teens. Most surrender to the vague but murderous pressure of adult conformity. It becomes easier to die and avoid conflict than to maintain a constant battle with the superior forces of maturity.

Take a day to heal from the lies you've told yourself and the ones that have been told to you.