Nothing Is Ever Perfect. It Is What

(mother)" She Used To Tell Me To Get My Nose Out Of My Book And Go Get Some Fresh Air.

I Think Of How Life Takes Unexpected Twists And Turns, Sometimes Through Sheer Happenstance, Sometimes Through Calculated Decisions. In The End, It Can All Be Called Fate, But To Me, It Is More A Matter Of Faith.

Even If We No Longer Have Much In Common, We Would Have Always Had The Past, Which, In Some Ways, Is Just As Important As The Present Or Future. It Is Where We Come From, What Makes Us Who We Are.

Maybe The Thing To Do After You Roll The Dice-and Lose-is Simply Pick Them Up And Roll Them Again.

I Learned That Getting Mad Was Easier Than Being Sad.