Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it

Seeing him again after so long awakened something inside me. I was surprised to find myself feeling sad rather than joyful, as I would have imagined.

No one knows the author of memoir so well like himself.

Autobiography, if there really is such a thing, is like asking a rabbit to tell us what he looks like hopping through the grasses of the field. How would he know? If we want to hear about the field on the other hand, no one is in a better circumstance to tell us-so long as we keep in mind that we are missing all those things the rabbit was in no position to observe.

Nothing in life is ever as simple as we imagine.

The prettiest of them all is a girl who is pretty on the inside.

Those of us with water in our personalities don't pick where we'll flow to. All we can do is flow where the landscape of our lives carries us