My Memory Loves You… It Asks About

People Are Always Waiting To Be Discovered.

Part Of Life Is A Quest To Find That One Essential Person Who Will Understand Our Story. But We Choose Wrongly So Often. Over The Ensuing Years That Person We Thought Understood Us Best Ends Up Regarding Us With Pity, Indifference, Or Active Dislike. Those Who Truly Care Can Be Divided Into Two Categories: Those Who Understand Us, And Those Who Forgive Our Worst Sins. Rarely Do We Find Someone Capable Of Both.

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?

Most Men, No Matter How Well Or Badly Dressed, Carry Overstuffed, Beat Up Wallets That Should Have Been Replaced Years Ago. Why Is That? Every Time I See A Guy Take Out A Wallet Anywhere, It Looks Like A Piece Of Old Melted Chocolate Cake-with Strings.

One Of The Saddest Realities Is That We Never Know When Our Lives Are At Their Peak. Only After It Is Over And We Have Some Kind Of Perspective Do We Realize How Good We Had It A Day, A Month, Five Years Ago.