What A Luxury It Was For People

There Were Hundreds Of Them Spread Across The Floor, Each Telling Its Own Tale Of Triumph Or Sadness, Each Letter Representing A Phase In Her Life. She Had Kept Them All.

Sometimes There Is Only One Thing Left To Say, P. S. I Love You.

Empty Words Almost Echo Within Themselves

I Used To Think That It Was Better To Have Too Much Than Too Little, But Now I Think If The Too Much Was Never Supposed To Be Yours, You Should Just Take What Is Yours And Give The Rest Back.

You Know, Sarcasm Is The Lowest Form Of Wit.' 'and Yet It Is Still Extremely Funny.