without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

I know it feels like you have all these options and when you make a decision, you lose a world of possibilities. But the reality is, until you make a decision, you have nothing at all.

Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.

Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.

How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it.

It's such a liability to love another person.

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.

Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.

Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.

Love Motivates You or Kills You

For all those people, who took advantage of my kindness. Thank you. I won't drop to your level. I'll simply smile and move on.

True heartfelt gratitude offers moments of profound reflection, on the blessings which constantly fill our lives (KR, 1998)

Your primary tools, as an actor, are observation and imagination. You can pretty much get everything you need from that, and you do. It brings back that element of pretend.

Nothing's going to keep me from making music. If I were in the want-ads in the back of the paper or playing to six people at a coffee shop, I'd still love to make music.

The young were always theoretical; only the middle-aged could realize the deadliness of principles.

Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.

In Banff, the mountains are really close to your head.

Le bonheur est dans l'amour un e tat anormal. In love, happiness is abnormal.

I did not want to avoid service. I did realize reservists could be called up, and that it was something that I wanted to do.