Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

In those first few hours officially single again the world seems like it expands, suddenly bigger and more vast now that you have to get through it alone.

It was like those songs I'd heard as a child, each so familiar, and all mine. When i got older and realized the words were sad, the stories tragic, it didn't make me love them any less. By then they were already part of me, woven into my conciousness & memory

You can't act like you care about someone but not let them care about you.

It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.

When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well.

Teaching was great for me, because I got to show people how writing can really change the way you see not only yourself but the world.