Choices. We all make them, sometimes more than once. Sometimes it's the choices we make over and over that define us, but more often it's the choices we don't make.

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.

All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

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

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?

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.