I'd Pretty Much Given Up Hope Of

The Happiest Folk Are Those That Are Busy, For Their Minds Are Starved Of Time To Seek Out Woe.

Rejection Is A Cancer, Edie. It Eats Away At A Person.

Photographs Force Us To See People Before Their Future Weighed Them Down, Before They Knew Their Endings.

Ah, Well. Life's Too Short For Moderation, Wouldn't You Say?

The Stretch Of Years Leaves None Unmarked: The Blissful Sense Of Youthful Invincibility Peels Away And Responsibility Brings Its Weight To Bear.