They're Fake Bullets, So Why Do I

What You Had Could Never Make Up For What You'd Lost.

When Your Mother Is Made Out Of Your Dreams, Anything Real Is Bound To Disappoint You.

Sometimes The Key To Happiness Is Just Expecting A Little Bit Less

It Never Failed To Amaze Me How The Most Ordinary Day Could Be Catapulted Into The Extraordinary In The Blink Of An Eye.

The First Question She Was Asked Was What Do You Do? As If That Were Enough To Define You. Nobody Ever Asked You Who You Really Were, Because That Changed. You Might Be A Judge Or A Mother Or A Dreamer. You Might Be A Loner Or A Visionary Or A Pessimist. You Might Be The Victim, And You Might Be The Bully. You Could Be The Parent, And Also The Child. You Might Wond One Day And Heal The Next.