We’d never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.

Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk.

What bothered me the most was the hesitation in his voice when he said that— like he was running out of time.

If you’re supposed to work with someone, I’d recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was “tense.

The choice lay out for me. Stay on land or plunge into the icy depths of the sea. I always chose the sea.

He looked so frustrated and perfectly serious, and yet here we were talking about his missing seal pelt.

From the way his face lit with curiosity to the slight tilt of his jaw, even the lingering scent of brine and breeze gave him away.

The tides rolled up to crash against the shore while we sat feet from one another with the remnants of all we’d left unsaid driving us apart.

Deadlines give us the sense that we are really on our way and that we will achieve the goal – soon!

A dull speaker like a plain woman is credited with all the virtues for we charitably suppose that a surface so unattractive must be compensated by interior blessings.

I hope the fathers and mothers of little girls will look at them and say 'yes, women can.'

I don't like to write music by myself anymore. It's boring. I want the jamming, the push and pull, and the excitement that comes with it.

Plus, humor ws a good way to hide the pain. And if that didn't work, there was always Plan B. Run aaway. Over and over.

I'll not be changing, but America will.

I have a hard time with free time.

I'm most afraid of losing my mind. You lose your identity, your sense of who you are, where you are.

The Church tries to fit Christ into it, not the Church into Christ.

I want to do drawings which touch some people... In either figure or landscape I wish to express, not sentimental melancholy, but serious sorrow.