I Don't Know Why Men

She Would Make Facial Expressions As Though She Were Having Conversations With People In Her Head.they Seemed To Turn Into Debates More Often Than Not,judging By The Activity On Her Forehead...it Was Almost The Conversations In Her Head Were Loud Enough To Fill Her Silence.

She Couldn't Remember The Last Time She Hugged Someone, Really Hugged Someone.

I'm Most Happy When I Am Writing At Night, Because I Need Space And Time To Write.

But Even In Her Laughter There Was Something Missing. She Never Seemed To Be Truly Happy; She Just Seemed To Be Passing Time While She Waited For Something Else. She Was Tired Of Just Existing; She Wanted To Live.

I Think That Most People Go To Bookshops And Have No Idea What They Want To Buy. Somehow The Books Sit There, Almost Magically Willing People To Pick Them Up. The Right Person For The Right Book. Its As Though They Know Whose Life They Need To Be A Part Of, How They Can Make A Difference, How They Can Teach A Lesson, Put A Smile On A Face At Just The Right Time.