One doesn't lose a self, like a pair of gloves or a pine. We learn and change, or we harden into stone.

So let me end with the wish that you find the same kind of happyiness, and laughter, and love, that I have found, and that you have the wisdon to make them last.

Because you showed one face to all the rest of the world, and another to me.

They're safe,'' he said. "And you're not made of glass". He swept me up in his arms. I laughed. "And I'm not made of glass." He carried me into our room and kicked the door shut behind us.

The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.

When in doubt, be ridiculous.

Except. What is normal at any given time? We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same.

Despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt.

When people first discover beauty, they tend to linger. Even if they don’t at first recognize it for what it is.

Angry men with pointy things sent to secure a foreign city are pretty much alike anywhere. That's what I've heard. So far nothing's convinced me different.

Finally someone takes me seriously enough to ask for my word of honor, and it’s a villain.

There is no peace, I'm sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.

Holding on to weight (i.e. anger, bitterness, the past, hatred) will not only hold you back, but also block your blessings. You've got to let some things go to move forward.

Do not hide your weakness for they grow and become powerful demons in the dark.

It is more important to be pretty as a woman than to be fashionable.

Love is like a card trick. After you know how it works, it's no fun any more.

I'm just one of these unpopular musicians.

What is a home without children? Quiet.

Most nights I end up wearing a wife beater T-shirt and boxers.

The Quest not only begins in the heart but also ends there.

And that unusual squawking sound is actually the mating call of the the rare...oh, it's just an oboe player.