Rules are made to be broken, so there won't be any rules.

Boston has two seasons: August and winter.

I crave intimate love. Words that make my soul dance, a touch that gives me goosebumps, eye contact that electrifies my entire body, a kiss that could have me questioning whose air I am breathing.

When we played softball, I'd steal second base, feel guilty and go back.

Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.

Never try to make the same record twice, even when people are screaming for the same sound.

Believing in one’s own art becomes harder and harder when the public response grows fonder.

Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.

A curiosity prompt heightens the senses and hones compositional ability.

Savannah is a . . . lovely pastel dream of tight cobbled streets. . . . There are legendary scenes . . . to rival any dreamed up by Tennessee Williams.

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

As you begin to understand the immense power and love you hold inside, you will find an unending surge of joy, light and love that will nourish and support you all the days of your life.