Children are made readers on the laps of their parents.

Dance, like laughter, needs no translation.

Some albums cannot be just listened to—they possess you.

The beauty of finding oneself in the gutter is the unadulterated view of the stars!

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

Passions bubble over because that is what passion is designed to do.

Love is not always loud. Sometimes it’s just staying until the music fades.

Mornings are not for answers, but for contemplation and observation.

To be fully seen by someone, and be loved anyhow—this is the miracle of humanity.

You are close to the brokenhearted