To: Anna Oliphant From: Étienne St. Clair Subject: So . . . Does that mean I can call you now?
The father who has selflessly poured himself into the life of his children may leave no other monument than that of his children. But as for a life well lived, no other monument is necessary.
Life sometimes reminds us that it is sometimes heartless by giving something or someone we really need to someone who does not need or even want them or it.
It's so hard to find the place somewhere in the middle of the best and worst I've felt.
If you caress me one more time, you will melt the butter on my toast.
The missing link between humans and apes? It's certainly those brutes who haven't yet learned to respect privacy.
I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be; and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised.
I used to be a cool chick but I'm not anymore.
How is it possible that suffering that is neither my own nor of my concern should immediately affect me as though it were my own, and with such force that is moves me to action?
I never think of the future - it comes soon enough.
Today I am even richer.