But things change, people change, Gaby. Otherwise what would be the point of living?

Was it always to be like this? she wondered. A moment of joy followed by a new sorrow?

Well, memory can play tricks. Most people, I think, tend to remember the good rather than the bad when someone close to them dies.

The end came as dusk fell on a gloomy winter day of cold rain.

I'm like my mother, she thought, I search my joy for signs of sorrow ahead.

Death wasn't a movie where the pretty star faded away with a touch of pale makeup and every hair in place.

Friends, try to understand 'what is what'!!

To those supremacist racists I ask what color will be their bodies when they turn to dust.

Keep going; never stop; sit tight; Read something luminous at night.

When my nine goes buck, it will bust your head like a watermelon dropping 12 stories up.

I didn't want to be known as the reality-show star trying to be an actress, so I kept a lot of the failed auditions to myself.

Buy a friend; hire a lawyer.

And you became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.

A spiritual search in art is looking for meaning outside of yourself.

Move, but don't move the way fear makes you move.

The most divine light only shineth on those minds which are purged from all worldly dross and human uncleanliness.