My Daughter, Anna, Is Almost

What A Plague Love Is!

I Like A Composer Called Henry Purcell, And I Love To Listen To Neil Young.

Sometimes, When You're So Sad You Don't Know What To Do, It Helps To Be Angry.

When You Open A Book It's Like Going To The Theater First You See The Curtain Then It Is Pulled Aside And The Show Begins.

The Heart Was A Weak, Changeable Thing, Bent On Nothing But Love, And There Could Be No More Fatal Mistake Than To Make It Your Master. Reason Must Be In Charge. It Comforted You For The Heart's Foolishness, It Sang Mocking Songs About Love, Derided It As A Whim Of Nature, Transient As Flowers. So Why Did She Still Keep Following Her Heart?