It's The Thinking That Gets You Killed.

No Matter How Smart She Appeared, She Was Fragile At Her Core.

I Give Myself A Good Cry If I Need It, But Then I Concentrate On All Good Things Still In My Life.

My Mother Was French Protestant, And My Father Was Italian Catholic, And Their Union Was An Excess Of God, Guilt And Sauce.

There Are No Random Acts.

Love Each Other Or Die.