Eating Is Sex For Old

One Of The Saddest Realities Is That We Never Know When Our Lives Are At Their Peak. Only After It Is Over And We Have Some Kind Of Perspective Do We Realize How Good We Had It A Day, A Month, Five Years Ago.

I Read Less Of Everything Now. With Only Fond Memories Of Others' Work, It Will Be Interesting To Give My Own Journal Writing A Try Now.

People Are Always Waiting To Be Discovered.

Everyone Coming Out Of A Perfume Store Is Smelling The Back Of Their Hand.

I Don't Like To Have To Pan For Gold When I Read.