No one with friends will ever be poor.
Real women love beyond reason.
Yesterday never ends. Whenever someone uses the initials P.C. to mean Politically Correct, I still think they re talking about personal computers. My heart and soul could die from overexposure to sadness and grief and loss, and I would never know they were gone until it was too late. I ve cried so much for so long that tears are as natural as breathing. Most lives are spent like Plato s shadows on the cave wall, ephemeral, unconnected and unconnecting, as vagrant and insubstantial as reflections in water.