I'm battling cancer. It's another battle I intend to win.
Sometimes I miss the old me.
He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.
I never belonged anywhere until I met you.
He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.
Have you ever watched a child learning to walk? Before this week, I never had, but there's a certain grace to it. Well, if not grace, then tenacity. Fall down nine times--get up ten. And the tenth time you get where you're going, you don't stop, not for obstacles, not for other people telling you to stop. You don't listen to anything but that inner voice until you arrive where you want to be.
Music is art to me, and you don't censor art. You don't go into a museum and censor things.
This is a strange game.
A little time, and thou shalt close thy eyes; and him who has attended thee to thy grave, another soon will lament.
I can't speak for a war that I believe is immoral.