Love … I put so much faith in it. Truth … I kept believing it falls always from the lips of the one you love and trust the most. Faith … it’s all bound up to love and trust. Where does one end and the other start, and how do you tell when love is the blindest of all?

People make the rules of society, not God.

A flower blooms best in a happy pot.

I saw myself dancing alone, always alone.

We lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me, Now there are only three.

After it's all over, the early childhood, a chain of birthdays woven with candlelight, piles of presents, voices of relatives singing and praising your promise and future, after the years of schooling, fitting yourself into different size desks, memorizing, reciting, reporting, and performing for jury after jury of teachers, counselors, and administrators, you still feel inadequate, alone, vulnerable, and naked in a world that can be unforgiving and terribly demanding.

...for everything can come to those who have the desire,the drive, the dedication, and the determination." v.c.andrews