Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

Most of the mess that is called history comes about because kings and presidents cannot be satisfied with a nice chicken and a good loaf of bread.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.

Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

The greenest of pastures are right here on earth.

He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.

Fall off your own roof.

You can’t lead without love, and more importantly, you can’t leave a legacy without love.

You don't have to be like anyone else. Just learn more about your own creative self and start blooming.

start ignoring people who threaten your joy. literally, ignore them. say nothing. don’t invite any parts of them into your space.

The only person you can fiercely hate is the person you have loved once fiercely, with your whole heart.

Love casts out fear, but we have to get over the fear in order to get close enough to love them.

I do think that VA, as the largest employer of nurses and the largest health system in the country, often does become a place where we can demonstrate advances in medical practice.

While children are struggling to be unique, the world around them is trying all means to make them look like everybody else.

The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For him such memories are bitter ones.

Actually 'bad' doesn't do justice to my handwriting. Neither does 'handwriting.' 'Desecration of paper' about covers it.