Words Can Wound, And Wounds Can Heal.

Nobody Died. How Can You Kill An Idea? How Can You Kill The Personification Of An Action?" "then What Died? Who Are You Mourning?" "a Point Of View.

We Have The Right, And The Obligation, To Tell Old Stories In Our Own Ways, Because They Are Our Stories.

Love Me When I Least Deserve It, Because That’s When I Really Need It.

There Are Accounts That, If We Open Our Hearts To Them, Will Cut Us Too Deeply.

There Was Virginia Boote, The Food And Restaurant Critic, Who Had Once Been A Great Beauty But Was Now A Grand And Magnificent Ruin, And Who Delighted In Her Ruination.