I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

• Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
• I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
• What did my hands do before they held you?
• I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.