The thing I didn’t see back then is that people can be destroyed by goodness. Damage can be done by hope. If people aren’t ready for hope, it’s a cruel trick to put it on their doorstep.

I felt for the first time, maybe ever, how much harder it was to be the adults. And I wasn’t sure I could do that when it was my turn.

I wanted to smell the guitars. It’s hard to explain but they have a smell. And the best way I could ever describe it would be to say they smell like potential. Ambition and desire. If such things had a smell.

And maybe that is where rhythm comes from, I think. Our earliest understanding of rhythm. The sound of our own breath, the beating of our own hearts.

The path to our destination is not always a straight one. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn’t matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark.

¿Que quiere una mujer? Ella quieres ser respetada, que la escuches la entiendas, quiere flores, quiere reírse, quiere confiar en ti, no quiere leerte la mente, quiere ser valorada por quien es y en ocasiones ella solo quiere que te calles y dejes de arreglarlo todo. Joan of Arcadia

Cuando tocas fondo, pierdes el miedo...y es fantástico.

The path to our destination is not always a straight one. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn't matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark.

I felt for the first time, maybe ever, how much harder it was to be the adults. And I wasn't sure I could do that when it was my turn.

I wanted to smell the guitars. It's hard to explain but they have a smell. And the best way I could ever describe it would be to say they smell like potential. Ambition and desire. If such things had a smell.