Remember the time Pamela stuffed a bead up her nose and we had to take her to the emergency room to get it out? That bead cost us a fortune.
Now, 75 years [after ], in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books.
I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.
After your death you will be what you were before your birth.
I find no importance in showing others that I am happy; it's not important to me that they know or think that I am happy but what is important to me is that I am happy. I am interested in being happy,...
The details are the very source of expression in architecture. But we are caught in a vice between art and the bottom line.
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires...
My father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days...
There is nothing inherently painful about being cheated on.
Happy girls are the prettiest
It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.