We Tell Ourselves Stories In

Time Is The School In Which We Learn.

A Single Person Is Missing For You, And The Whole World Is Empty.

Self-respect Is A Question Of Recognizing That Anything Worth Having Has A Price.

[o]ne Of The Mixed Blessings Of Being Twenty And Twenty-one And Even Twenty-three Is The Conviction That Nothing Like This, All Evidence To The Contrary Notwithstanding, Has Ever Happened Before.

Memories Are What You No Longer Want To Remember.