Her heartbeat was in her hands, her heart beat the way she moved her head, her whole body was her heart beating.
There is nothing more lonely than a true artist.
Looking for who I am is who I am.
I'm an old Catholic. I don't believe in anything Catholic but I do believe that Catholicism keeps me from committing suicide.
Why else do we live, except to be loved and remembered by those we love?
Sometimes the world is so beautiful it hurts.