The end of parenthood is implicit in its beginning: separation.
I had forgotten what sleep is like - a kingdom all its own.
I have been flooded with color on the inside, drab on the outside.
the knowledge of personal failure ... is the invaluable predicate of all honest compassion.
The finest teaching touches in a student a spring neither teacher nor student could possibly have preconceived.
I come to the point of using steel, and simply cannot. It's like the marriage proposal of a perfectly eligible man who just isn't loveable. It is wood I love.