Love, I Find, Is Like Singing.

The Present Was An Egg Laid By The Past That Had The Future Inside Its Shell.

I Regret All Of My Books.

Perhaps I Am Just A Coward Who Loves To Laugh At Life Better Than I Do Cry With It. But When I Do Get To Crying, Boy, I Can Roll A Mean Tear.

She Had An Inside And An Outside Now And Suddenly She Knew How Not To Mix Them.

No Matter How Far A Person Can Go The Horizon Is Still Way Beyond You.