Zoe let the poetry flow over her, like shadows on water, sunlight against stone: timeworn words shaped like stars, like shells, like the ruins of lost temples, soft as the breaths of mystics.

Zoe's mom liked to send silly postcards that made her laugh, but they usually dwindled as the summer wore on.

To whoever it is that is going through a heart break or a disappointing experience, stay strong and always remember that time accompanied with repeated positive interpretations are the best healers.

For me it's about the music, and it always has been. Maybe for some other people it's more about money.

Deception is a state of mind and the mind of the State.

An unimaginative person can neither be reverent nor kind.

Love is the salt of life.

Memory and hope constantly incite us to the extensions of the self which play so large a part in our daily life.

Once I picked up an electric guitar, I lost interest in piano, and I just wanted to rock. I studied piano for so long, I got burned out on it.

Some of the greater things are unseen. That's why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream.

So let us then try to climb the mountain, not by stepping on what is below us, but to pull us up at what is above us, for my part at the stars; amen.

We, peopling the void air, Make Gods to whom to impute The ills we ought to bear; With God and Fate to rail at, suffering easily.