Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.
Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness
The explanations for the things we do in life are many and complex. Supposedly mature adults should live by logic, listen to their reason. Think things out before they act.But maybe they never heard w...
Her handwriting was curious small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?).
