Hands have their own language.

It’s the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones: the history of how you felt.

Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.

Perhaps we were each allotted only a certain amount of love - enough for only an initial meeting - a serendipitous clumsiness. When it leaves to find others, the difficulty begins because we are faced with our humanness, our past, our very being.

Athens is the birthplace of modern tragedy. In the Greek tragic plays, the tableau of the characters would become a statue, like the statue of Oedipus reaching up to the Gods with blood spilling out of his eyes. I love the way the Greeks would immortalize experience. Things that all of us feel.

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.

I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.