If You Can't Dance On It, It

Even A Good Place Gets To Be A Rut, Especially If You're Standing In It Alone... Alone And Lonely Have The Same Root.

Why Is It You Think You'll Live Forever And Why Do You Want To, I'd Like To Know, When You Deny Yourselves So Many Of The Basic Pleasures In Life?

I Generally Write A First Draft That's Pretty Lean. Just Get The Story Down.

Broken Hearts Healed. Maybe The Cracks Were Always There, Like Thin Scars, But They Healed. People Lived And Worked, Laughed And Ate, Walked And Talked With Those Cracks For Many, Even The Scars Healed And They Loved Again.

It's An Exceptional Thing To Have Someone In Your Life Who Knows And Understands You So Well. Who Loves Who You Are. A Very Exceptional Thing.