It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, but it was the only one we had.

Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low?

The past doesn't change no matter how much time you spend thinking about it. Good and bad all add up to the whole. Take away one piece, no matter how small, and the whole changes. Whether it's optimism, pessimism or fatalism, I don't spend my time wishing for the past to be different so present would be different, too. I control my future with what I choose now.

It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, but it was the only one we had.

Foolish. Stupid. I knew it. I knew my reaction was unreasonable, bu the heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing. Blaise Pascal said that, and I've always found it to be true.

We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

And you’re not afraid of it ending?” “Sure I am. But I’d rather have something this good for a little while than have nothing forever.