A person's memory is everything, really. Memory is identity. It's you.
All I can say is what you already know: some days are treasure. Not many, but I think in almost every life there are a few. That was one of mine, and when I'm blue -- when life comes down on me and ev...
And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.
But still, sometimes, in the heart of winter when the light outside seemed yellow- sleepy, like a cat curled up on a sofa...
Creepy as hell. You ever see that TV movie about the clown in the sewer?
I still believe in the resilience of the human heart and the essential validity of love;I still believe that connections between people can be made and that the spirits which inhabit us sometimes touc...
Life turns on a dime. Sometimes towards us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn’t it?
What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous mot...
Your job isn't to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up.
A dimwit thinks nothing is funny unless it's mean.
Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard.
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