Sometimes you want to hear your own mother's voice.
Because love, love never finishes.
My whole life has been one big broken promise.
I played the clarinet, and my sister played the violin... If wed had the discipline and the passion, maybe we could have been good.
Sitting and waiting for something to happen was the worst kind of torture.
I don’t want these memories to become slippery, to just disappear into the thin air of life the way most things seem to. I want them to stick – even the bad ones – so I repeat them often.