People forget years and remember moments.
Italics provide a wonderful advantage: you see, right away, that the words are in a rush. When something exists at a slant, you can't help but consider irony.
the real killer was when you married the wrong person but had the right children.
I don't even correct people when they mispronounce my name now.
Clichés so often befall vain people.
It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order.