I Am Mad, I Think.

She Was A Terrible Mother, There Was No Doubt About It, But She Didn't Even Have The Strength To Feel Guilty.

Why Is Everything An 'adventure' With You?" Sylvie Said Irritably To Izzie." "because Life Is An Adventure, Of Course." "i Would Say It Was More Of An Endurance Race," Sylvie Said. "or An Obstacle Course.

As I Watch, The Sky Fills With Clouds Of Snow Feathers From Every Kind Of Bird There Ever Was And Even Some That Only Exist In The Imagination, Like The Bluebirds That Fly Over The Rainbow.

No Point In Thinking, You Just Have To Get On With Life. We Only Have One After All, We Should Try And Do Our Best. We Can Never Get It Right, But We Must Try.

If You Don't Have A Unique Voice, Then You're Not Really A Writer.