As Readers Can Probably Tell From My

What I Have Since Realized Is That If People Expect You To Be Brave, Sometimes You Pretend That You Are, Even When You Are Frightened Down To Your Very Bones.

So Much Depends Upon A Blue Car Splattered With Mud Speeding Down The Road.

A Person Isn't A Bird. You Can't Cage A Person.

In A Course Of A Lifetime, What Does It Matter?

I Was Wishing I Was Invisible. Outside, The Leaves Were Falling To The Ground, And I Was Infinitely Sad, Sad Down To My Bones. I Was Sad For Phoebe And Her Parents And Prudence And Mike, Sad For The Leaves That Were Dying, And Sad For Myself, For Something I Had Lost.