Where there is a lack of other connections, of meaningful moments, in our lives, music can often full the gap.

She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.

If you meet a woman of whatever complexion who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her! And what you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has left herself for hanging dead.

Where we choose to be, where we choose to be--we have the power to determine that in our lives. We cannot reel time backward or forward, but we can take ourselves to the place that defines our being.

If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?

That's the way it is in life. You let go of what is beautiful and unique. You pursue something new and don't even know that the wind of your own running is a thief.

Is beauty enhanced or adulterated by utility?