The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.
Anna GodbersenWhat was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.
Anna GodbersenSo this is how life was, she thought with a faint smile: It wore you down until you emerged at its wildest, most unexpected ends.
Anna Godbersen