Because You Believed I Was Capable Of

It Is The Imperfect That Astonishes And Attracts Us.

If A Man We Don't Know Phones Us Up One Day And Talks A Little, Makes No Suggestions, Says Nothing Special, But Nevertheless Pays Us The Kind Of Attention We Rarely Receive, We're Quite Capable Of Going To Bed With Him That Night, Feeling Relatively In Love. That's What We Women Are Like, And There's Nothing Wrong With That - It's The Nature Of The Female To Open Herself To Love Easily.

If You Say It Was The "last" Time, It Might Well Turn Out To Be The Last. What You Meant Was "the Most Recent Time I Was Here".

Few Take Up The Burden Of Their Own Victory; Most Give Up Their Dreams When These Become Impossible.

All Men And Women Are Connected By An Energy Which We Call Love, But Which Is, In Fact, The Raw Material From Which The Universe Was Built. This Energy Cannot Be Manipulated, It Leads Us Gently Forward, It Contains All We Have To Learn In This Life. If We Try To Make It Go In The Direction We Want, We End Up Desperate, Frustrated, Disillusioned, Because That Energy Is Free And Wild.