Newborns Reminded Her Of Tiny Buddhas

When I Was Little, The Great Mystery To Me Was Not How Babies Were Made, But Why?

If You End Your Story, It's A Static Work Of Art, A Finite Circle. But If You Don't, It Belongs To Anyone's Imagination. It Stays Alive Forever.

Did You Ever Think That Maybe What You See Isn't Really What's True?

Remember That Every Fire Will Burn Itself Out, Even Without Your Help.

Music Therapy, To Me, Is Music Performance Without The Ego. It's Not About Entertainment As Much As Its About Empathizing. If You Can Use Music To Slip Past The Pain And Gather Insight Into The Workings Of Someone Else's Mind, You Can Begin To Fix A Problem.