Kindred Spirits Alone Do Not Change With

There Might Be Some Hours Of Loneliness. But There Was Something Wonderful Even In Loneliness. At Least You Belonged To Yourself When You Were Lonely.

…there Was Something About Her That Made You Feel It Was Safe To Tell Her Secrets.

My Pen Shall Heal, Not Hurt.

It's All Very Well To Read About Sorrows And Imagine Yourself Living Through Them Heroically, But It's Not So Nice When You Really Come To Have Them, Is It?

Doesn't Matter What A Person's Name Is As Long As He Behaves Himself.