Old habits are hard to forget, and old fears are habits.

There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times, we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, "There is something about you I cherish." It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.

I know you'll think this odd, but I find it strangely exhilarating not knowing what's coming next.

The past can be a terrible weight bound to you by an unbreakable chain. You can drag it with you, forever looking over your shoulder at what holds you back. Or you can let it go and move forward. It’s your choice.

If you're going to risk dying, there's no sense doing it wet, cold and hungry unless absolutely necessary.

Every person you encounter, whom you interact with, is there to teach you something. Sometimes it may be years before you realize what each had to show you.

I'm a huge fan of Cabernet and Bordeaux, and am passionate about Pinot Noir and Burgundies.