As I run, I wonder how many of these people helped buy my leg. I wonder about the deep, wide abyss between good intentions and concrete action, and how many of them leapt across it.

Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss...." He turned to me. "But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.

Sometimes I get so caught up in my own problems that I forget how amazing the world is.

Maybe my mother's right. Maybe there is more to Bryce Loski than I know. Maybe it's time to meet him in the proper light.

What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable, magic.

...and I realized that Garrett was right about one thing- I had flipped. Completely.

It was beyond embarrassing or humiliating or even mortifying. It was ego-slaying!

...Next time you're faced with a choice, do the right thing. It hurts everyone less in the long run.

A painting is more than the sum of its parts

If chaos is a necessary step in the organization of one's universe, then I was well on my way.

Somehow the silence seemed to connect us in a way like words never could. - Julianna Baker

Thanks to photography, some memories overstay their welcome.

A heart has its multiple facets of daily music. Respect a genuine good heart.

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumours to my dogs.

I've had weight issues all my life. I've been on all the diets: Atkins, liquid protein, Scarsdale diet. Now I go to the gym often. I'm always on the StairMaster, and I do weights.

Discern the vital few from the trivial Many.

A lot of solos I hear sound so incredible, but they sound like somebody practicing. They sound a bit soulless - fiery, but at the same time, lacking in spirit and soul.

It is a real pleasure to see music so bright and spontaneous expressed with corresponding ease and grace.

I've been trying to avoid goal-oriented behavior.

While death and darkness girdle me I grope for immortality.

My rage is not malicious; like a spark Of fire by steel inforced out of a flint It is no sooner kindled, but extinct.