The perfect song on the perfect drive to make you feel infinite.

I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.

My sister was the one who told me where babies come from. My sister was also the one who laughed when I immediately asked her where babies go to.

And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn’t do or what they didn’t know. I don’t know. I guess there would always be someone to blame.

When I was driving home, I just thought about the word 'special'. And I thought the last person who said that about me was my Aunt Helen. I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.

He’s my whole world.” “Don’t ever say that about anyone again. Not even me.