I write my miserable songs. I write songs about disgust and self-pity. We’re all going to have bummer moments. That’s not the stuff I choose to share.

If you have nothing but love for your avocados, and you take joy in turning them into guacamole, all you need is someone to share it with.

I won't give up. Even if the skies get rough.

I buy records from all across the board. I get kind of a hybrid of influences in my own music.

You can turn off the sun, but I'm still gonna shine

Here’s to freedom, cheers to art. Here’s to having an excellent adventure and may the stopping never start.

Open up your heart and the sky is yours.

You come to realize that only one person can tell you what's expected of you, and that's you.

Music is a weapon in the war against unhappiness.

Life can't work for you if you don't show up as you.

Lucky to have been where I have been

If you never understand my silence, you will never understand my words.

If I didn't think you were the devil, I'd say you'd be able to seduce even him.

The stars are golden fruit upon a tree all out of reach.

Sometimes I start in a very realistic fashion, and as I go on from one painting to another of the same kind, it becomes simplified until it can be nothing but abstraction.

Not greeting people isn't enough. One also doesn't greet people one doesn't know.

Formula one is very one-dimensional in terms of what we do in the cockpit.

The present reeks of mediocrity and the atom bomb.

If I'm going to feel estranged and alienated and away from home I don't want anyone interrupting it to debate which berries to have in their pancakes.

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Reaching deep into the heart of the reader, Cindy Woodsmall pens a beautifully lyrical story in her debut novel When the Heart Cries.