Anticipation Is Anxiety. I Have

There’s Got To Be Something Wrong With Us. To Do What We Did.

[l]ove, Having No Geography, Knows No Boundaries.

It’s Better To Look At The Sky Than Live There

Life Is A Moderately Good Play With A Badly Written Third Act.

To Wake Up One Morning And Feel That I Was A Last A Grown-up Person, Emptied Of Resentment, Vengeful Thoughts And Other Wasteful Childish Emotions. To Find Myself, In Other Words, An Adult. Truman Capote