[...] I learned from those evening recitals that music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place… — Pat Conroy

But no one walks out of his family without reprisals: a family is too disciplined an army to offer compassion to its deserters.

Fantasy is one of the soul's brighter porcelains.

I do not know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.