Inside Each Of Us Is

Was There A Language Of Loss? Did Everyone Who Suffered Speak A Different Dialect?

How Do You Know That You Are Not Part Of A Book? That Someone's Not Reading Your Story Right Now?

You Want To Write Something As Good As What You've Read.

You Can Widen The Feet Of A Compass, But They Are Still Attached At The Top; You Can Spin Them Away From Each Other, But You Always Wind Up Where You Started.

I Could Tell Her From Personal Experience That When People We Love Make Choices We Don't Always Understand Them. But We Can Go On Loving Them, Just The Same. It Isn't A Matter Of Comprehension. It's Forgiveness. But All This Took Me A Lifetime To Discover, And Where Has It Gotten Me?... Some Lessons Can't Be Taught, They Simply Have To Be Learned.