“If all you can promise me is today, I'll take it and hope for tomorrow.”
“The true cost of war can't be measured in dollars, infrastructure, or body counts. It is tomorrows, wrung out of hope by yesterdays that refuse to retreat, vanish into the smoke of memory.”
“Despite whoever created it, it's my world, & the only one I've got. Might as well make the best of it, right? Might as well have a little fun while I'm here. Or a lot of fun. Might be dead tomorrow.”
“Eyes Tell StoriesBut do they know howto craft fiction? Dothey know how to spinlies?His eyes swear forever,flatter with vows of onlyme. But are they emptypromises?I stare into his eyes, asinto a crystal ball, butI cannot find forever,onlymovies of yesterday,a sketchbook of today,dreams of a sharedtomorrow.His eyes whisper secrets.But are they truths or fairy tales?I wonder if even heknows.”
“Memory is a tenuous thing. . . .flickering glimpses, blueand white, like ancient,decomposing 16mm film.Happiness escapesme there, where facesare vague and yesterdayseems to come tiedup in ribbons of pain.Happiness? I look for it inteadin today, where memoryis something I can stilltouch, still rely on.I find it in the smilesof new friends, the hopeblossoming inside.My happiest memorieshave no place in thepast; they are thoseI have yet to create.”
“imperfections create character...”