People Are Always Waiting To Be Discovered.

The Only Question That Nobody Ever Asks Is: What Breaks Your Heart? I Think That Should Be Asked Of All "artists."... So, What Breaks Your Heart?

How Easily We Ignore Or Forget The Small Kindnesses And Considerations In Life Which Are Really The Only Everyday Magic We Witness On A Regular Basis. Just Think- To Make Happiness Out Of Nothing More Than A Few Kind Words Or A Generous Gesture.

Salzburg... Is A Mountain Town With A Rushing River Running Right Through The Center, Everything In The Rain Various Shades Of Green And Brown.

Reading A Book, For Me At Least, Is Like Traveling In Someone Else's World. If It's A Good Book, Then You Feel Comfortable And Yet Anxious To See What's Going To Happen To You There, What'll Be Around The Next Corner. But If It's A Lousy Book, Then It's Like Going Through Secaucus, New Jersey -- It Smells And You Wish You Weren't There, But Since You've Started The Trip, You Roll Up The Windows And Breathe Through Your Mouth Until You're Done.

There Are People We Meet In Life Who Miss Being Important To Us By Inches, Days, Or Heartbeats. Another Place Or Time Or A Different Emotional Frame Of Mind And We Would Willingly Fall Into Their Arms; Gladly Take Up Their Challenge Or Invitation. But As It Is, We Encounter Them When We Are Discontent Or Content And They Are Not. Whatever They Are, We Are Not And Vice Versa. Two Trains Going In Different Directions That Pass For A Few Powerful Moments At Full Speed, Blasting Noise And Wind But Then They Are Gone. Whatever Serious Chemistry Might Have Been Possible If, Isn’t.