In the end, I wonder if the true movement of the world might not be a voice raised in song.

When someone that you love dies..it's like fireworks suddenly burning out in the sky and everything going black.

I'll be searching for those moments of always within never. Beauty, in this world." - Paloma

What is writing, no matter how lavish the pieces, if it says nothing of the truth, cares little for the heart, and is merely subservient to the pleasure of showing one's brilliance.

What makes the strength of a soldier isn't the energy he uses trying to intimidate the other guy by sending him a whole lot of signals, it's the strength he's able to concentrate within himself, by staying centered.

I find this a fascinating phenomenon: the ability we have to manipulate ourselves so that the foundation of our beliefs is never shaken.

I am going to die, but that is of no importance.