When you kill someone, you don't just kill who they were, you kill a little bit of everyone who knew them.

Music defines reality... or reflects it.

What is it you would like to say?
 Say it, for this is the world’s end.

The sun rises, and so morning has a way of forgiving yesterday.

Sometimes, love burns too brightly to be held in the palm.

It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me That ends up getting wet

Just sit and listen and draw what you feel and hear. This was what came out.

for 48, today has presented some challenges.

A little Dorothy Parker from 1926

“It’s not your fault. But it is your responsibility.”