“My sky is too blue for me to be scared of people painting it a little grey.”

You smell like my mother when she is happy.

Never let the same wound scar you twice.

I’ve seen more courageous daughters than stronger men.

You said you loved the chaos, so how was I any different?

Hold on to your thought that reminds you to hold onto yourself.

Normalize not giving second chances for mistakes that were inexcusable.

God hasn’t made anything yet you couldn’t conquer.

Laugh often, the universe always falls in love with a little bit of madness.

I stopped going through a lot of doors after I remembered how miserable I was last time coming out of it.

I think I’m just one question away from telling a stranger how heavy the weight I’ve been carrying.

Love is knowing that she is delicate and not breaking her still.

You’d be a fool to think that you leaving me in darkness meant I’d stay there forever.

Only humans have the tendency to break something and be disgusted by the pieces.

At the end we all settle for peace.

It’s okay, not many have the courage to love you.

Every storm started with just a little drizzling.

I DYED MY HAIR BLUE AND GREW SOME TITTIES

My first instrument was a little blue ukele.

The blues is life itself.

When we sit down to draw or paint the sun’s rays, we generally use yellow because in the morning and the evening with the blue light scattered away so strongly you’re left with a little bit of red and it comes out yellowish.

I’ve not been an admirer of contemporary music since punk rock went off the boil in 1977, but once a year I’ll listen to ‘Spiral Scratch’ by the Buzzcocks, or ‘Hippy Hippy Shake’ by the Swinging Blue Jeans. Otherwise, I can put up with Chopin or shakuhachi flute in the background.

The whole world loves American movies, blue jeans, jazz and rock and roll. It is probably a better way to get to know our country than by what politicians or airline commercials represent.

FLYING DOWN SUNSET SMOKING CRACK TRANSVESTITE IN THE FRONT EDDI MURPHY IN THE BACK MOP HAD ME GRINDY AND GRIDDY MARILYN MANSON.

Unless you’re willing to fight and refight the same battles until you go blue in the face, drive the people you work with nuts going over every detail to make certain you’ve got it right, and then take hit after unfair hit accusing you of bias, there’s no use even trying.