I walked forward simply because there was no going back.

I could stand alone because I knew I was not alone.

He can't give you a future.""I know. Because I make my own future.

The flower drifted, light and open, gliding a path through still water like the faint stirrings of a dream.

I'd spent my life searching for something I couldn't name.And as I drowned in the torrential flow of conflicting desires, caught in the relentless roar of water, earth, blood, and war, I reached out - wildly, desperately - and found it with him.

The choice is not in what you do. The choice is in the why.

In music, she'd found a perfect language, a way of expressing the inexpressible.

Fast food, fast money, shallow thinking, shallow interpretations. This is now what I deal with everyday. Art was meant to be about freedom, about having the courage to explore what it means to be human.

An artist's domain was private, a haven for practicing and experimenting, the one place where failure was still allowed.

Some deaths were long, the decay so gradual the rotted end was nothing more than a sigh disappearing in the wind.Others were quick, the abrupt cut of a life in mid-phrase leaving unanswered questions lingering like an unresolved harmony.

To be ready does not mean it will be easy. It doesn't mean it will be smooth. It means that even when it's difficult, you have what it takes to survive.

Love was as flawed and terrible and beautiful as we were. To be alive meant looking for it in ourselves and in others, an imperfection searching for an impossible perfection.Because in that journey was where truth resided.Love wasn’t about being held. It was about being freed.