What You Are Is A Question Only

Honesty Is The Only Way With Anyone, When You'll Be So Close As To Be Living Inside Each Other's Skins.

It's A Bizarre But Wonderful Feeling, To Arrive Dead Center Of A Target You Didn't Even Know You Were Aiming For.

There Are Always Survivors At A Massacre. Among The Victors, If Nowhere Else.

A Hundred Objective Measurements Didn't Sum The Worth Of A Garden; Only The Delight Of Its Users Did That.

One Learns Better Than To Hand One's Choices To Fear. With Age, With Every Wound And Scar, One Learns.