Your future is your own again. And I consider that to be a happy ending to the story.

In the darkness of night,Demons strut, taunting, goading.In the light of day,Angels sing glorious songs.In the time in between,We live our lives alone and searching.And sometimes, softly,You understand damnation.All is forgotten, all is lost,All but...

I couldn’t pick just one.The moment I’d touched the sugar packet, a thousand thoughts cascaded through my mind.I want to go shopping in Times Square.I want to go to the top of the Empire State...

I believe art prefers rules. For some artists, the worst thing you can do is say ‘Do whatever you want.’ Such permission can be terrifying. I know it is for me. Often it’s better if...

Somehow difficulties are easier to endure when you know your dream is waiting for you at the end.

It’s time, my childrenWhen the waves rise high When the waters run deepWhen the clock strikes midnightYou’ll feel the mark of Zero HourAnd you’ll never be the same again

Be sure of your heart before you speak.